I'm laying in bed. Lights off. Grumpy. Tired. It's been a long day. Butch and I are separated by a pile of Mocha in the middle and Petty Argument lying next to him. It's quiet. My cell phone bleeps that it has a text message.
"You're a butthead but I still love you."
It's from Butch. And with a sigh and I smile I climb over Mocha and snuggle up to Butch and Petty Argument quietly sneaks out the door.