'Tit Puss!

When I went to bed on Friday night, a Ginger Tom already inhabited the bed. He was gone by Saturday morning, when I awoke.

When I went to bed last night, I was alone.  This morning, I awoke with this little girl curled up next to me.

(It's pronounced "Tee Puss" which is bastardized french creole for Petit Puss, meaning "Little Cat". It's a phrase I have not used or heard for decades, but it sprung to mind as soon as I discovered her next to me in the wee hours.)