3 am -- woke up -- legs dangling off the side of the bed -- one foot on the floor. Shadow, my loudly snoring compadre was sprawled on his back, dead center of the bed. I found myself clinging to the edge of the 10% of space allowed me. (The bed is his bed, you know.) He has claimed ownership of every corner of our house and every minute of the time of his staff (yours truly). I rolled out of the bed, trying not to disturb him. Maybe I can sleep on the floor. He awoke and hopped off to grab a few bites of his food. (Yes, one of his feeding stations is in our bedroom.) I quickly jumped back into the bed under the covers and claimed a share of the mattress. OHHH, it felt good to stretch!
Refreshed, he jumped on me and plopped on my legs; and curled up in that adorable position that only cats can achieve. He's so beautiful! I can't move my legs for fear of disturbing him. I laid there for an hour until the excruciating pain of not moving my legs set in. I reached down and stroked his head. His sweet purrs renewed me, and I could bear another endless hour of no leg movement.
Refreshed, he jumped on me and plopped on my legs; and curled up in that adorable position that only cats can achieve. He's so beautiful! I can't move my legs for fear of disturbing him. I laid there for an hour until the excruciating pain of not moving my legs set in. I reached down and stroked his head. His sweet purrs renewed me, and I could bear another endless hour of no leg movement.
5 am. He rose and walked toward (on) me purring loudly. Uh-Oh! Time to knead my belly. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14… I tell myself that when cats knead, it is to show affection. I close my eyes waiting for him to be bored with it. Then I feel his nose pressing on mine. Whiskers tickling my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see his face inches from mine, eyes staring at me. Maybe if I distract him… I quickly rolled onto my right side. Still purring, he happily leaped onto the right side of the bed and begins licking my arm. Ever have a cat lick your arm? Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy. Tongue is like sandpaper. I don't dare ask him to stop. After all, my arm is his arm. I roll onto my left side. You guessed it. Scratch, scratchy tongue licking my feet this time. Very tickly. Exhausted from so much activity, he finally settled down and fell asleep still purring as loud as loud he could.
7 am. Still wide awake, I roll out of bed, trying not to disturb him. Don't have to worry. He's sprawled on his back, dead center of the bed, deep in cat dreams.
2 pm. I need a nap! Shadow is already napping in the little bed I placed on my desk just for him. He needs his rest for another fun night. Me too.
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