I have four pets… in the same bedroom… all taking a nap. Three of them are on the bed (two cats and Zoe), and Zeeke is on his dog bed. I feel so blessed. Jo for some reason likes to cuddle up close to me on the bed, laying against my legs (on my mouse, actually).

We lost Jo the other day. I started panicking and looking everywhere I could think he might possibly be, and couldn’t find him. I was just pulling on my boots to look outside when I looked up and saw him sitting in the middle of the kitchen, yawning. I was relieved, but perplexed. He must have been in the kitchen - but he wasn’t in his cupboard. So the next time he wasn’t in his cupboard I started searching around the kitchen. In the far corner, tucked away against the radiator, is the little carpetted cat “hole” - a cylindrical thing with a hole in the side. I bought it for Jo, but he only would sleep on top of it, never in it. It ended up falling off the top of the cupboard where it was, and I just left it there. So I’m poking around and I stick my hand inside it and feel… fur. Yep. Jo had squeezed his way into the corner and wormed into the little cylinder. So cute! Maybe he liked the warmth of it, being up against the radiator? At least he’s using it now.