Monday, January 7 at 1:07 am

I had to finish work in the 'warehouse' (aka our basement). The cats and the mister were asleep in our room already when I went up.

They're not usually allowed to sleep in our room except on weekends only, but that night was an exception.

Rigby (bottom), Mordecai, Bowie, and the mister

I quietly washed, brushed my teeth, and changed into my ultra soft leopard print pyjamas. Rigby, one of our cats was waiting by the door when I got out. I though he was sleeping already together with the other cats and the mister.

He (Rigby) waited until I climbed up our bed. Then he followed.

He lied down on my thigh, and then he checked on me if my eyes were closed.

I pretended to sleep.

Then I felt him falling asleep also.

I don't know why but I really think I am his favorite.