So it looks like Ellen and Abigail will be coming home tomorrow and we should have a nice weekend together. I could not even begin to express how happy, over-joyed, on-cloud-nine, etc I am... so I don't think I'll even try.
However, on a very funny note;
While Ellen was in the hospital, I've been coming home late at night to sleep and heading back in the early morning. This allows me to check on the cat, get some rest, and take care of a few house things to get ready for everyone to come home. I also took this as a rare opportunity to allow the cat to sleep in the bedroom by leaving the bedroom door open so she can come and go as she pleases. This may have been unsmart. Wednesday morning at about 4am, she jumped from the floor and landed right on my hip as I was turned on my side. I was sound asleep and have not had night-time visitors for a very very long time. This sudden leap upon me scared me something fierce, and in reaction I quickly pushed my arm up under the blanket, tossing the assailant (wanton snuggle bug) off the bed. I felt so bad. She came back in about 10-15 minutes to let me know she was very displeased by pouncing my feet and biting at them through the blankets, then trotting out of the room in a huff. By morning, she was her lovey, snuggley self. Even if she didn't want to sleep in the bed with me anymore.
Sorry Missy. :(