Soft Snuffling Downy Love

One treasure of insomnia is that I can be a silent spy in the sleeping wonderworld of the other breathing beings in my household.  Surrounded by their soft snuffling snorkeling sleep, I feel a gentle soundscape draw over me like the downiest of comforters.  A little cat cuddles at my foot.  I am connected to all that I hold most dear.  Where IS that Catzilla?