...making this weird toning sound. The adjustment is working, however, and...
...the sounds are buzzing louder as he finalizes this particular adjustment, then he...
My eyes fly open. At the edge of the couch, not six inches from my face is Miss Cecily, giving me an impatient, beady-eyed stare now that she has my attention. Oh, I know what this look means: "where the h*ll is MY nap, human?"
I pick her up and place her on my chest promptly, of course. She has me well trained.
Posted by d.a. at 6:10 PM