It was late — past midnight, going on for 1:00 a.m. I simply could not sleep. The cats were snoozing peacefully on each side of me and there I lay — a cat sandwich — thinking of all the things I need to do in the morning. And now it’s half past 1:00. No help for it – I was going to have to get up and fix my sure-cure-for-sleeplessness, a cup of warm Ovaltine and buttered toast. The cats would not like being woken, but hey, who’s in charge here, anyway? Oh, yeah, right. Well, maybe they’ll forgive me. Of course, as soon as I snapped on the kitchen light, they were there, dancing around my feet and uttering little chirps and yowls. “I am not getting you anything to eat,” I told them. “You had your dinner.” Smokey looked right at me and I could tell what she… Read More »