Looks like we all took the day off. I was up super late because I didn’t want to kick Steve off my lap, and then, when I woke up this morning at 8:30 or so because Lily stuck her nose in my armpit to let me know she had to potty, I noticed an unfamiliar lump next to and on top of me. Apparently Steve had come in during the night and settled himself down on my shoulder, and was sleeping with his paws on my chest, butt on my shoulder, and head and glamorous whiskers between his paws facing me. He was sound asleep and looked pretty happy.
So that was pretty awesome, but the best was what happened next. I told Steve to get up and he went and sat next to the gate to his bedroom to keep the dogs out, but on the “unsafe” side of the gate. Yelled “Who wants to go out,” and Lily and Rosie jumped down off the bed and raced towards the door and paid NO attention to the boss.
That made me feel good. I’m still in the stage where any time Steve is on my lap I try to make sure I get Rosie up there or pet her as she sits next to me, or if I leave for a while I close the door to Steve’s room, but I think we are making real progress.
At any rate, True Blood! Oh, and a big congrats to the US Men’s National team for bringing home the gold. It was a really stressful but awesome game because it was so close the whole game.