Welcome home!

We were on a business trip/vacation for seven days, and got home last night. The boys were happy to see us and our cabinet opening thumbs, even if the cat sitter looked after them well.

I made sure I played with Billy last night.

As a special gift, someone left us a hairball this morning just as I got up.

Billy Loves Me, Yes, I Know

My personal sleep pattern is all screwed up because of minor work and health issues.

Billy decided to help last night by sleeping on my side of the bed instead of behind Katherine's knees. It's a compliment, of course (and I mean that).

How do I explain to a well adjusted, confident, friendly, and most of all sleepy feline that no, having 13 pounds of cat blocking me doesn't actually help me move into a comfortable position and relax so I can sleep?