I'm heading to the bathroom and peek in on the bedroom where S and Rosie are fast asleep on the bed (Rosie is our three year old Yorkshire Terrier). Surprisingly, our six year old cat Tiger is also sleeping on the bed. Surprisingly because he usually doesn't like to sleep close to the dog.
And, rather than thinking how cute this picture is, I immediately start wondering if Tiger is feeling okay. And I think back to his behavior over the past few days and try to figure out if anything is out of the ordinary.
"He did crawl into my lap while I was watching TV earlier. And he doesn't always do that. Does that mean something?"
After going round and round on this train of thought I remember: never try to figure out a cat.
