Coville hasn’t been feeling well the last few days. My beautiful black cat is 16 years old, so it’s not surprising. But when he starts acting like this, he wants to sleep on me, not just near me. This last week, he’s wanted to cuddle under the blankets too.

He woke me up at 3 a.m. trying to get under the blanket and when he couldn’t get under to his satisfaction, he went to sleep on my legs.

Dang he’s heavy when he sleeps.

I tried for a long time not to move and let him sleep. All that did was wake me up. When he realized I was awake, he tried to get under the blankets with me again. Then he changed his mind.

After lying awake for a couple hours, Temmy came along and tried hard to put me back to sleep. It just wasn’t happening.

On the bright side, I got up and did some painting this morning. It was good to relax me. It really is hard to worry about anything when your painting. The picture above is the current progress. 

Now, I’m tired but I’d like to go paint or draw a bit more tonight. I’ve written this evening, so that’s done. But I don’t want to head for sleep too soon in case I end up encouraging myself to wake up in the middle of the night again.

Cheers!