Bait and switch

In general, my weeknight bedtime ritual consists of stumbling into our dark bedroom, stripping off any unneeded clothes, putting my glasses on the top of the dresser next to our bed, sliding my hand out to feel for the kitten, and then laying down for sleep.

Monday, when I reached out, I touched a fuzzy kitty instead of a sleek one lying on my pillow. Apparently GrayBoy had decided to steal the kitten's snuggles for himself that night. A quick hunt found the kitten at the foot of the bed instead of in his accustomed spot.