Bedtime

Last night I was reading in bed and Briggs decided to flop down right on top of the open pages. He rolled a little, exposing his soft, spotted orange tummy and gave me a face that seemed to say, "Mom, it's time for bed." I put the A Hundred Years of Solitude on my nightstand, turned off the lamp, and nestled around the drowsy kitty. Bedtime for bonzos.