I was having the most stressful, awful day yesterday. I had to be on the phone all day with my insurance company (long story), and dealing with insurance companies is never fun. Work was hectic, I hadn't had lunch, I was feeling particularly not cute to top it all off, and was generally in a rotten mood. I went home and got in bed, wanting to sleep it off. As soon as I laid down, Tito and Sophie jumped up there with me and proceeded to be the sweetest little furbabies for two hours, until my boyfriend came home. Tito, my little love muffin, gave me the sweetest headbumpies and was content to curl up in the crook of my arm and purr. Sophie fell asleep on my chest after covering my face with kissies and letting me pet her for a while - and she's usually not even that affectionate! It was like they knew I needed it. I think my cats can read my mind - or at least my mood!



That ever happen to anyone else?