Ha--lest I get too much into feeling sorry for myself--

So, given the preceding, and the fact that I, hmm...how to put it politely, " just became acquainted with a monthly visitor?" I was having a good cry when my cat, intent on being fed, jumped up to the bathroom sink, climbed up my back, and meowed loudly in my ear, so I stopped crying and fed him. I think this is why people with pets live longer....:) [And even now, my dog is coming to thank me for her food --one small dog kiss, followed with rolling on the floor--] Somehow that makes the night more tolerable.