I miss my Squishy

. The last house I lived in, we had a cat named squishy, And from time to time, I'd wake up and squishy would be under my blankets curled up next to me. That's an amazing feat seing how light of a sleeper I am. Not to mention when you're stumbling down the stairs, You're barely awake, still al ittle drunk from the night before, and a little hungover at the same time. and as you round the corner your cat pounces on you and then runs away. NOTHING is cooler than that.