Caturday Pootie Diary: Not Clingy

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, not quite ready to wake up, but not having much choice since the cat needs food and insulin in the morning. I looked over at the cat in question. “Hey, pal,” I croaked, stroking his fur. He was curled up, sleeping peacefully next to where my shoulder had been when I had been lying down. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat, my back to him. After rubbing my eyes again, I picked up my hydro flask and unscrewed...