Monday, September 25, 2006
De Agony of De Feet
As much as I hate to sound as if I am complaining, I WAS sound asleep about 3 a.m this morning, when this flashy light goes off in my face not only waking me up but also disturbing my sweet kitty dreams.
Slowly, I realize the room is still dark and that everyone around me is sleeping (except for the human with the flashy light box)
I recognize Charlie's butt next to my face, but can't place this weight on my own backside.
Charlie wakes up, takes one look and, I swear, she starts snickering at me before jumping down.
I turn and look and, lo and behold, there does seem to be a naked human foot resting fully on my backside belonging to a human who never woke up during the entire process.
In the grand "night" hierarchy of the Oligarchy, Charlie and I are "2nd shift" bed sleepers. We take over the "foot of the bed" after our Woofie jumps down to sleep elsewhere. (Alberta generally chooses not to join the crowd, but sometimes cries loud enough to wake everyone up so one of the humans will go find her in the living room so the other humans in the house can sleep. Sky is an "all night front and center with his own pillow" bed sleeper.)
Our humans have been so distracted for the past two months that at least if they're sleeping, we get to spend some good quiet time with them. The foot on top of me is a new one though.
Should I feel insulted?
Charlie says she would have bitten it.