Between You, Me and the Lamp
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Day 90: Sharing a bed with
cats
I’m quite sure that cat lovers
are familiar with cats sleeping on their bed. They curl up in the middle of it,
at the foot end, or snuggle between the pillows. Seeing them fast asleep is
cute and we don’t want to wake them.
It’s a different story when
we want to go to sleep and there is no room for us to get into bed, or to get
comfortable.
Take last night for
instance. It was 1:00 a.m., I wanted to go to sleep, but … there were four cats on my bed.
Halley got up when she saw me coming, but Charlotte, Holly and
Greyson gave no sign of moving.
Somehow I managed to squeeze
myself under the duvet and lay down. That is to say, I tried to get into a comfortable
position, but I but couldn’t stretch out because Greyson and Charlotte were
side by side at the foot end of the bed.
Holly, who was on the other side of the bed, lifted her head and
glared at me as if to say … you woke me up. 'Sorry,' I whispered, and she went
back to sleep.
When my legs cramped up, I ever so carefully stretched them out,
my feet under Greyson and Charlotte. If you think those two moved, think again.
I got absolutely no reaction.
Still not comfortable, I
moved my feet from here to there, causing Charlotte and Greyson to bounce and
roll around a bit. Charlotte didn’t care, she was obviously of the opinion … go
with the flow, but Greyson eventually lifted his head. The message he sent me
was clear … do you mind, we’re trying to sleep. Yeah well, so was I.
About ten minutes later
Greyson got up and came to kiss me goodnight, as he does every night. A kiss on
my right cheek, a kiss on my left cheek and another kiss on my right cheek.
Next, he lay down on my chest. “Greyson you have to move,” I told him. “You’re
too heavy.” I wasn’t kidding, Greyson weighs a good 20 lbs and is as such quite
heavy. Fine, he moved.
As I turned on my side, he
moved with me and curled up against my chest, right under my chin. Now I had a
different problem … his whiskers were tickling my nose and cheek. When that brought
on a sneeze attack, Greyson had the good sense to move.
Now it was Charlotte’s turn.
She got up from the foot end of the bed and joined me under the duvet. She stretched
out behind me and I prepared for sleep. Well, that didn’t work at all. Every
time I moved, I got a kick in my back.
Meanwhile, Holly who slept
on my other side had finally drifted off and produced all kinds of
sound effects. Don’t imagine a gentle purring, she was snoring, sputtering and
sighing.
Sleeping with cats, I tell
ya, it’s no joke. It's a shame I don't fit into one of their cat baskets. Maybe I would find some peace and quiet there.
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