The cats have been following me around the house all night.
I've been trying to figure out what they want.
Litterbox Clean: Check.
Food and Fresh Water: Check.
All Inside Doors Open: Check.
That's about all I can think of.
As I type this, Happy is laying on the floor right behind my chair, Buddy is on the bookshelf, and Nugget has stationed himself at the door to my office. All three are watching me type, like they're waiting for something.
Or plotting something.
I suppose they could be sensing my mood, the way Happy did, years ago, when I learned of my grandmother's death and he jumped into my lap before I could even hang the phone up, but neither of my other cats have ever behaved this way before, so I don't know what's going on.
It's actually creeping me out a little. Maybe we're going to have an earthquake or something. Maybe I'm about to drop dead.
Maybe I'm just paranoid.