I had a terrible night of sleep, and I place the blame squarely on Miss Annabelle, who - instead of heading off to her chalet in the bookcases - decided to sleep on my pillow and cramp my sleeping style. At one point I had all three cats vyng for as much bedspace possible. By 5:30, Stella was gone, Annabelle had moved to a new pillow, and faithful Thatch stayed with me. I fially dragged myself out of bed around 6:30, but I would have liked an excuse to stay there for another hour or two.