I just went unexpectedly to bed last night, leaving everything on downstairs.  Whiskey is very affectionate this morning...The back door is open for fresh cold water outside or a pee. I woke up with TumTum by the head of my bed, my pillow. Billy was on hubby's bed. And whiskey slept downstairs. I must have migrated unexpectedly to bed around 10H30, just left the kitchen and went to bed, without turning off anything. It was a great dream sleep night, and I woke up thinking of tumtum and my mother.  It was not upsetting for once. And I thought of my great uncle after whom mother is named: Claude. Some say he was a saint.