(Gypsy and Jasper sharing a box)
Something weird happened to me early this morning. I was dozing, aware of the room getting lighter, not ready to move yet. I felt Mark tapping me on the crown of my head but couldn't feature him wanting to wake me up since he knew I was sick. It happened again so I questioned him, "What? What is it?" as I turned over. He had been awakening and hadn't touched me, his arms were still bound in the covers. I told him what I had felt and he said he had not patted me on the head. I sat up and looked behind the pillows thinking a cat was lurking but there was nothing. He said, "Ruby is on my feet and Gypsy has been in the window for the past 10 minutes. Nothing touched your head." But something did. It tapped on the back of my head, two different times.
The sick bed has officially been moved to the couch.
If you want some real chills go read what happened to Brin over the weekend. It was a very real experience for her brother and her dog.