I had a difficult time sleeping last night. I kept waking up every hour on the hour thinking that my cat was upset. You see, he was sleeping at my feet, and when he does that I worry about kicking him. I worry so much that it interferes with my sleep. I don’t know why, but I have this odd compulsive thinking that my foot is going to crush his little delicate body and I will wake up to find him a pancake. I know, it’s irrational. Instead of pointing out a trait that I currently value in myself, I…
