Uh huh. We're back, and, after two months with daughter, so is His Nibs. He managed to get me up more than an hour ago, by partly devious means. You see, he divested himself of a hairball for the second time in one night. The first was at five o'clock, and I found the second at 8:00. By the time I cleaned it up, I was ... well, I was up. He was also frenetically anxious for his morning tuna by then, and I hadn't the heart to put him off any longer — not after him becoming used to receiving it by about 6:30 a.m. at daughter's house. So, if there had been any doubt of my up-ped-ness before descending the stairs, turning up the heat, and feeding His Royal Self, there was no doubt of my up-ped-ness after all of that.
But you see in the picture that I just took, he is now back in bed, or at least on bed. My side of the bed, I'm afeered. I am not his favourite human in the house, you know. That honour is bestowed upon Cuppa. However, for reasons only fathomed by superior cat brains everywhere, he prefers sleeping at my feet. It's so silly really. I am six inches taller than my beloved, and I am in much greater need of foot room than she, but every night he makes for my side of the bed. Sometimes I move him, but he finds his way back. Sometimes I move him twice, but ... well you know what. I mean to say that it can't be all that pleasant for him, for he must surely suffer greater disturbance down there by my feet than he would by Cuppa's. But he persists.
Despite the two pukings, despite the necessity of banishing him from the bedroom for prancing on our heads at three o'clock, and despite the inconvenience of having him hunker down by my feet, I'm right chuffed to have him back after his stay at Butterfly's house. Pets are great, and The Rocks is a great pet — even if he's back in bed on a Saturday morning and I'm not!
His Royal Nibs is clearly related to our Moca, who chooses 6'2" Husband's feet for the night, loves me, and prances across our weary bodies throughout the wee hours of the morning.
ReplyDeleteIt's unfathomable how a genre of animal with absolutely not a shred of a sense of humor can make us chuckle (and Grrr) so often.
See? I knew you'd think of something to write about! Post it and they will come. Welcome home, AC!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're back! You must have hotter, or possibly more aromatic feet. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI got a splint this week for my teeth, and my dentist warned me that if I had pets, they go absolutely mad for things like this because they're infused with eau de moi. So, maybe you're Puss's favourite after all!
Yes! Cats are wonderful. And even though having my cat at the foot of my bed means that I'll wake up much more often throughout the night, I still wouldn't have it any other way. Glad to see you back here, Anvilcloud... Debra
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this post for I have a little dog that sleeps by my left shoulder and a cat that sleeps by my feet. Do you have any idea how often I awake and then am afraid to move because I may disturb one of them. What is wrong with this picture? :-)
ReplyDeleteCats rule. When we bought our two new recliners, both our cats determined their favorite.
ReplyDeleteNice post! I have two feline residents myself, Bob being the street cat who moved in close to 10 years ago now, the other being DJ - a transplant from my folks. I found DJ 16 years ago at the Greyhound station and even though the boys don't always get along, they're both very much family... and at times, amusing.
ReplyDeleteIt's a burden, but someone has to do it. You cat's bmi looks a bit high.
ReplyDeleteHe is quite clearly letting you know that he Does Not Approve of all this disruption. He doesn't mind his sleep being disturbed, but you do - therefore he will sacrifice his own comforts for the sake of ensuring you understand.
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