6 o'clock this morning I woke up with a crier's headache and eyes that were nearly swollen shut. Stumbled down the hall and squinted out the window and there he sat. Pretty as a furry picture. No signs of distress. Purring like a tricked out Chevelle. I snatched him up and kissed all over him and John opened the bedroom door and we both broke into dry sobs because our tear ducts have turned into dust.
John wonders if there's a record for the most number of infarctions within a 36 hour period. Between us we've had at least 11.