When our daughter graduated from college last May, she brought home a little extra baggage from school. Meet George. George was a rescue cat, and well he has now become a big part of the family. He's part-cat, part-dog. I have catches with him. I can throw a ball for umpteen times and he'll go get it, bring it back, and drop it at my feet! Not your usual cat trick. Where he does bother me is with the sleep I am losing. He decided I am his pillow, and he needs to sleep against me. The coming, and going, and moving around, is causing me to lose sleep. So, if you see me at the store yawning more than usual, or early, odds are George has something to do with it.
I would have settled for just the diploma.