I think I now have an idea what it must like to be a mother.
I am up with Grissom, who decided he was playful and in need of love, so he was sitting in my room MEOWing his head off. In an effort not to wake and therefore tick off Rob, I moved him to the living room. Where I now sit at 4:03 am,
dangling a string in one hand and typing with the other. And I thought I had years before I had to fullfill this role.