As I write this, there is a very contented cat being a wrist rest for
my right hand.  It makes it  7478 sort of hard to type.  Well, now
she's laying on my right hand and I'm typing under her -- it's a
little easier.

I can't deny my dear twenty year old Lady Jane Grey anything today,
she gave me such a scare last night.  DH was cleaning.g and
straightening up the place, which must have annoyed Janey who
disappeared for about eight hours.  With all th4.e
000000000.00.......  (sorry) bad news lately, fears of having lost her
preyed upon my mind.  I envisioned her crawling into some new
cubbyhole that had been created and falling into the big sleep.

Naturally, I asked Sumo where Lady Jane was.  Having asked him several
times, and him not seeming in the least perturbed, I took it as a good
sign.  Lady Jane must have finally grown tired of this sport or just
came to the sound of her name being called as she came strolling into
the bedroom as nice as you please.

I don't know what I'll do to get to sleep when Janey isn't here to lie
on my chest while I drop off.

Regards and Purrs,
O J