So, my pillow has been empty since Lyra died. She always slept next to my head. This morning, I woke up with fat Charles streached out over my head, snug as a bug in a rug, nestled deep into my pillow.
AWWWWWWWW!
Charles has been quite cat lately. He has started to bring us mousies in bed, meowing with the thing in his mouth. He doesn't seem to get that you shouldn't talk with your mouth full.
