The Cats Sleep Curled Up Like Donuts

Wrig, as many of you know, has never been a great sleeper. She's pretty good at it now, but she still wakes up to speak once or twice a night. "I'm thirsty," she'll whimper, or, heartbreakingly, "Where are you, Ed?"

The other night, in the middle of the night, she meowed three times, then eased right back to sleep.