Meet Sketchy "Osama" Day

You think he's going to sleep quietly at the foot of the bed. At 3am he wants to "play". Which means stalking and gnawing on your arm and tipping the water glass onto the bed.

He's about six months old and a beautiful, loving cat brimming with purrs and obviously starved for affection. Every time I see him race about the house or nuzzle us on the couch, I smile and feel a little bit more of my sadness easing.

But he needs a friend to play with and wear him out. :)