Science

I woke them up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. My youngest grandson told his mom, "I didn't know grandma even KNEW cuss words like that!" (LOL) Last night, I evidently got into a fight, cause the flashlight on my headboard came falling down on me.

I can usually guess when I've had an "active" night of fighting, even if no one attempts to wake me up... the bed is devoid of cats when I DO wake up. Every once in a while, my "nurse" cat, Bandit, is in my bed attached to my hip. As much as to say, I'm here, Mom... you're okay. I adore my cats. When everything else is falling to pieces, they help keep me sane.