It’s about 2am, I decided I needed to refill my water bottle, empty my bladder, then refill my body with a pbj. My cat (who i adopted a month ago) followed me out, watched me at the sink, waited outside the bathroom door, then sat next to me as I scooped out the peanut butter. She chirped at me the whole time. (It’s called Trilling I think? That’s how she talks to me)

Now back in bed, she’s happily sleeping on her scratching board instead of the four different comfy cat beds I bought her.

I would die for her.