ask and ye shall receive, or something like that

wicket was especially sociable last night. he trotted next to me as i walked from room to room. surprised me twice with a particularly loud, plaintive 'MroWl.'

And as I slept, twice in the night he jumped onto the bed to be near me. through the haze of half-asleepness i felt him sniffing my hairline and then throwing his weight to the bed, jawline just within reach of my sleepy fingers. i curled my arm around him- he was so dangerously close to the edge of the bed- and fell back asleep.