I have been procrastinating writing. I have been so busy the last couple of days. Today I have a breather and need to chill out a bit before I can get back to the novel. Reading an entry from another blogger, I was reminded of a "memory" of our cat in Mexico that happened a couple of years ago. In the middle of the night I heard a little knock at our bedroom door. Thinking it was Clemy, I opened it, only to find our cat staring at me. I let him out. Then in about 1/2 an hour, he started meow-ing... Sign in to see full entry.