In Tallahassee Zing! had his own bed in the hall outside our room, but when we moved here he slept on the bed beside me. It was as if he knew I needed him. After about a year, when things had settled down, he began sleeping under the bed — still close. It seems that now he thinks I’m getting a little calmer. I usually get up at 6 with no alarm, but at 5:55 a.m. yesterday I heard Zing! padding into the bedroom — he must have been sleeping on his favorite living room pillow. He crept quietly into his place under my bed. It was as if he wanted me to think he’d been there all night long. When I got up five minutes later, he peeked out, did his morning stretch, and our day began. Zing! seems to have a sixth sense about when he can ease me into new routines.
Love,
k
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