Aa I begin typing tonight, fighting insomnia and the Sunday nite “next week work plan”, I feel a presence, a warm hairy (should that be furry) purring beastie who has softly, quietly, unobtrusively latched onto my bare shoulder. My cat. Or should I say, one of my cats. The small one. So here she sits, appearing to be somewhat inconvenienced by my effort to type.
At last, she decides to relocate. But not before her long hair and flank brush my face. Leaving a wee deposit of super fine fur on my eye. Good grief. Now purring she’s decided my legs are where she bed down for the nite. And she’s the quiet one.
Enter her brother, big cat...proudly and loudly announcing his arrival, mouth full of cat toy...about to deliver this wee gift before getting comfy on my bed. My bed in name only, he presses his girth against my legs and pushes until I move. Lol Share is not in his vo-cat-ulary.. he fits, he sits. And then...he pushes and rearranges himself in such a way, there is very little room for my feet. Yup..the cat wins again.
And so dear reader, I try to get some sleep before heading to work. Wish me luck!
