Sleeping With the Kitties

My computer is ill and I'm using Harry's. Yes, I'm still broken-hearted about my cousin's death. I'm grieving but I'm beginning to get used to the idea of his not being here. When I think of it, I still cry--like now--but I think the idea is getting familiar. I still can't believe he's gone, but part of me knows it.
I'm sleeping downstairs tonight--eventually--with the kitties. I love sleeping with them. They make no noise and I have all the room I want. I miss Harry though so if I don't go back to my own bed later tonight, I will tomorrow. Even if his breathing machine makes a racket.