memories, of the meows
this was somehow very comforting to me, to know that once upon a time, back in the day, another meow wasnt well liked, either:
I awake. And there is no one here. Meow next to me doing his little "I am a meow and my job is to sit here and pad the blankets for 20 minutes before I sleep so I don't care if I wake you or the fact that I am almost standing on your head".
but it does make me miss the days when Zig was on the bed at all. now, generally, neither meow is on the bed, and Zig won't play with Chester, and Chester has to wake everyone up because he's bored. Or whatever.
Last night, I played with Chester for an hour or so, and never heard a peep from him all night long. Maybe the solution was to keep him occupied beforehand so he would sleep all night long. Or maybe it was a fluke.