Crikit, I know how you feel. Sometimes I trip over Bandit and I say "Can I PUHLEEZE walk"?! Then I come home from work and that little bundle of fur greets me at the door and at that moment it seems that I am the most important person in the world and I absolutely love it! I've been bothered by allergies really bad and I can't sleep at night. (New meds taking a while to be effective) Bandit has been up with me, with this look of concern on his cute little face. He knows something is wrong with Mommy. He cuddles a little closer, laying his head on my stomach while I sit up a 3:00 am. What would I do without my little furball?