January 17, 2007
I should have named her "Spud."
Last night I was in the middle of a dream that I was being crushed underneath a giant baked potato when I opened my eyes to find Niblet, my fifteen-pounder of furry fury, staring me in the face and making herself right at home on my chest. Matt didn't put up the pet gate before he came to bed, and the cats wasted no time taking advantage of his forgetfulness. Niblet was warm, so she had that going for her, but damn, is she heavy, and I started having flashbacks to Cat's Eye where, in my half-asleep stupor, I became irrationally convinced that she was crushing me and stealing my breath on purpose, so she promptly got the boot. As I crawled back under the covers I remembered that the cat in that movie was actually a hero, but really, knowing Niblet, a teeny troll coming out of the wall to murder me in my sleep would only earn from her a look of sleepy disdain and maybe a half-hearted slap before she turned her back on us both and let the killing commence. Stupid cat.
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Heh. Been there, had trouble breathing like that. Our three sleep with us; Trippy at D's feet, AJ at my feet and Trance on my pillow, wrapped around my head or tucked into the curve of my body. Very cute, but you feel so trapped. They aren't as heavy as Niblet, but you still can't move the blankets because of the guilt. Oh the guilt when you wake up a peacefully sleeping kitten!
Oooo, Trilogy of Terror still freaks me out after all these years!
I don't have the cat issue, but the Little Black Dog was curled into me so tightly last night I couldn't roll over. I'd brushed the heck out of him and he was most displeased with me. I think this was his way of getting back at me. ;)
The reason Niblet's not typically allowed to sleep in our room at night is because she typically doesn't sleep through the night. Usually around 4 AM she'll start making her rounds, knocking stuff off shelves and abusing the computer keyboard until one of us wakes up and kicks her out. It's pretty rare that she'll actually lie still like that, so I felt a little bad ousting her. But not too bad.
Fizzgigg used to sleep in my bed, but he's so teeny that I figured I'd better get him used to sleeping in his own doggie bed before Matt moved in for fear that the two of us would accidentally crush him in th enight. But it was for the best anyway because he'd gotten to where he'd wake up and stumble right off the bed in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep with him there out of paranoia that he'd fall and get hurt.
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