I was woken up, very early this morning, by the sound of a door being closed from the bathroom.
I think it was around 1am.
I'm a light sleeper.
Have been ever since we brought Crash home.
It took me nearly an hour to fall back asleep as I had endless premonitions of my dogs running into the street and getting hit by a car. And then, consequently, trying to relax my heart beat and dry a couple tears on my pillow.
Just as I was finally drifting back off to sleep, Cat comes up into Bayou's bed and starts talking, like he always does, at 3am.
Talking talking talking.
I am talking back to him like is a human.
"Be quiet cat."
"It's too early."
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