I miss my cats......I'm sitting here, longing to be rubbing Simba's big belly, and having Nala sitting on my shoulder, snuggling up to my neck. I've been mistaking many things for them. Like Ophie's moving foot, a stationary shoe, and plastic bag on the street. It's sad. I'll get to see them for one day during Thanksgiving weekend. I wonder if they'll remember me? They'd better, cuz I weaned them from a bottle when they were 4 weeks old, when they could each fit in the palm of my hand. I guess I can only dream about them for now. Good-night world.