I had forgotten what it was like to have a snoring, 55 pound deadweight taking up the bottom half of our bed. It must have been at least 2 years since you decided to join us in our slumber.
Perhaps part of the reason you decided to climb upstairs to visit was because you're feeling better. (An alternative reason is that the temperature in the house was verging on frosty and you needed some other mammals to conserve heat with.) But I like to think it is the new arthritis pain medication we've got you on that has made you pretty puppy-like of late. You were so limber that you jumped up on to our bed this morning! For a moment your gazelle-like movement was so startling I thought I must be dreaming.
But I quickly realized that even after all those years sleeping in your cozy crate or curled up on our sofa you had not forgotten your bed-conquering skills! Charles' protective mechanisms reflexivly responded and he took up a defensive position on his side of the bed. My slower reaction meant that as usual I was caught squarely between you both, squeezed out of legroom and nearly out of my share of the duvet. As temperatures in the house dropped even lower as the freezing rain continued to fall outside I was increasingly glad you were part of our jumbled litter.
I have just one request for the next time you join us. Can you steal more of Charles' side next time?