August Happiness -- Monday 27

My furry roommates. I'm in an exasperating mood tonight. I don't want to be alone, but everyone annoys me. I'm even pissed at the Cubs for having a night off when I feel like watching them play. When I'm like this -- meaning not fit for human contact -- I consider myself very lucky to share my home with three such diverse and fascinating felines. Charlotte likes to spend time with me as soon as I get home, chatting about the events of her day. After this intensely social interlude and her big meal of the day, she simply must retire under the bed to rest. Then Joe will tuck himself as close to me as possible, helping me go through the mail, return calls/emails, etc., until he dozes off, a warm and comforting presence beside me. And Rey spends all night keeping me up to date on his activities and whereabouts. (MOW! I'm high atop the armoire. MOW! I'm flossing with a plastic bag in the kitchen! MOW! There's someone in the hall who wants to meet me!) These three, with their huge hearts and divergent personalities, are dependably good for whatever happens to ail me.