The host cat, Lyapa, has been slowly getting more comfortable with me. The first night, she slept on her armchair. The second, I felt her curl up by my legs over the blanket. The third…well this is how I woke up this morning.
An aside on bedmates: Unless it’s very cold, I seldom find myself wishing I had another person beside me at night. Most of the time, I prefer sleeping alone and cherish having an entire bed to myself. In the morning though, it’s not bad to wake up to someone. Even an old, toothless cat on my head.