Ginny Stone
My lovely husband has vamoosed off to Russia this week for work.
About the only thing that I was looking forward to during the week was the fact that I would not be sandwiched in between Ralph (the cat) and my man at night.
Oh, and let’s not forget that I also get out of making sandwiches too. That’s a big bonus. Must have been very wicked in my previous life to still be making sarnies at my age.
Was greatly looking forward to lying in the middle of the bed – with the cat on one side of me and nothingness on the other – so I could move and wiggle and not feel like a sardine for a change.
But noooo….
We both fell asleep quite happily in the position that I imagined. But it’s winter and that friggin’ cat decides he’s a tad chilly having only one body to snuggle with, wakes up and drapes himself over my chest, peering at me.
He’s managed to pin my arms so I can’t easily move. He weighs 7kgs.
This obviously sort of wakes me up… clearly not enough because he then SNEEZES on me.
Open both eyes and glare at him. I swear he does this on purpose. It’s dark but I know he’s smirking. He likes messing with my head.
Feck!
After much effort I manage to roll over and deposit him onto one side. He makes ick ick disapproving snuffling noises and hoists himself back onto my bod. I yank him off and stuff him under the duvet. He scuffles a bit more and sticks his head out. I can sense that he’s wondering how far the droplets will reach if he sneezes again.
Ralphie! Don’t you dare? I growl at him.
He smirks some more and weasels himself out of the nice warm cosy bed that I’ve just stuffed him into. Stands up and although my eyes are closed I can feel he’s glowering at me.
I reach out and snag him under my arm. Scratch his favourite bit of bod and he settles down. He purrs a bit and then goes back to sleep.
I lie awake for ages – like I normally do in the middle of the night, but a whole hour earlier than usual. He waits until I finally fall asleep and then does the whole shebang all over again.
Somebody remind me again why we love our cats?
like it!!
Hahaha… now you have hit the nail on the head. Indeed. He is the boss!
they control us . . they haven’t forgotten we humans worshiped them in Egypt
Also the fact that Ralph is actually the boss
And so darn adorable . . .i could carry on
Yup… he is darn adorable… mostly.
You love your cat because he is so sweet 🙂
Um no… Ralph is not sweet. No in the least…
I love my cats.
I absolotely adore my cats too Carol. They know it and take advantage.
Hahahahahaa – I remember when I used to have my cat (for 20 good years!) and would attempt to ‘throw’ her out of bed! 😀
Not possible hey!
Exactly ?
Cats have such personality ?
Indeed Kathy. You know what they say… dogs have family – cats have staff!
I liked the processing. The original cat would look cool.
He did look cool. This just looked cooler!
nice drawing
Thanks very much Alina – actually it is a picture of Ralphie which I messed with using the Prisma app on my Samsung cell phone.
So so nice picture
Thanks very much. The cat is nice too. Mostly!
Very nice, happy afternoon
Thanks so much. Happy afternoon to you too!