Of being off to the hospital.
I now have two obsessively attendant cats.
Doc has always liked me.
(I think he prefers Sair, over all, but she is mostly off at school, or visiting Australia, or otherwise being a disappointment to a worthy tabby.)
Tom just told me that when I was away in the hospital, Doc would come in searching for me and leave in dismay when I was still missing.
Since I got back, he comes in at 4am every morning and settles on my chest with much satisfaction.
I get the feeling that he is monitoring me, suspecting me of plans to become unreliable.
Sisko is my friend Laura’s cat that we inherited.
He’d always been a one-person cat, and has been rather like a visitor for four years now, rather than one of our lot.
But he is now my one-person cat.
He has sat on my feet ever since I got home, day and night.
When he comes back in from eating, he curls up leaning against me, and purrs himself to sleep.
He is the best medicinal cat ever.
I guess he didn’t get the chance to nurse Other Laura back to health, but he can take care of me.
I am entirely honored.