Tonight..

I am thankful for my cats. I have two little fuzzballs who know exactly when to curl up on me and purr.

Like when I am puking blood from stress. There I'll be, hugging the toilet and holding on for dear life as the entire contents of my digestive tract rip themselves from my body in steaming, gushing torrents.. and my cats will worm their way between me and the toilet, and purr.

However, they're forgiven, because when I flop myself back into bed, they join me and they purr then, too.

Tonight is not a good night.