. . .. I was up in the middle of the night for a few hours.
We had a really big, loud, lightning-filled storm, and although everyone in the house (including our guest) was fine with it . . . it runs out that Leo isn’t. He had the shivers, poor baby, and was just plain frightened. So I invited him up onto the bed, which was a sure-fire calmer for Sasha back in the day.
Turns out, it isn’t for Leo. (I suspect he doesn’t understand we’re his pack now, and he can take his social cues from us.) So I found myself at 1am with a lot of light and noise outside, and a loudly panting, quivering dog next to me.
So I got up and went to my computer and worked for awhile.
This is what 3am looks like in my office:
I’m pretty happy, surrounded by cats.