Do I hafta?
Cats, I think, are of the evil. Most likely.
You see, if I lay on one side for too long, I lose circulation in that arm I'm squishing, so I've got a long held habit of waking up, rolling over, and going back to sleep five or six times in a night. I don't even dignify it as waking up anymore, but the only reason I do wake up is because of a former habit of not recognizing boundaries in my sleep, and rolling off the bed. Funny now. Painful then.
I have a cat. Ninety nine percent of the time, she'll tuck herself behind my knees, and sleep there. Not for her last night. No. She waited until I was flat on my back, slightly trapped by well tucked blankets, and -umph-. I had a cat sprawled upon my chest, pinning me from movement. Attempted encouragements to move failed me, thus my sleep was rather unsettled. Aside from the slight difficulty of breathing (why is it cats can be picked up easily, feeling as if they weigh no more than ten pounds, but when they sprawl somewhere, they feel like they're forty or fifty pounds?) I had the slight inability to move. One arm was tucked under my back, I'm not certain of how or why that happened, and the other one was tucked neatly along my side. Trapped. Cat! I am unsure of the time she performed this feet of pinning someone far larger and heavier than she, but I am aware that by the time I finally freed an arm (in between large gaps of dropping off to sleep), my alarm went off. At that point in time, I was more concerned with further sleep than anything else. Snooze. Sleep. Snooze. Sleep. Snooze. Should be getting up, but... turn on desk lamp... snooze. Then the cat moves all on her own. I think the alarm was getting annoying. Thank you alarm. So... I get up, and my first act is to carry the cat downstairs, to a door, and kick her out for the morning, then get ready for work.
Oh, yes, that one arm (pinned underneath me while I was on my back) was sufficiently numb to make getting ready annoying. At least until I'd moved enough to make the pins and needles go away.
Guess who just walked back into my room? ARGH!
Ps- I'll reply to the reviews from my earlier post when I get home tonight.
You see, if I lay on one side for too long, I lose circulation in that arm I'm squishing, so I've got a long held habit of waking up, rolling over, and going back to sleep five or six times in a night. I don't even dignify it as waking up anymore, but the only reason I do wake up is because of a former habit of not recognizing boundaries in my sleep, and rolling off the bed. Funny now. Painful then.
I have a cat. Ninety nine percent of the time, she'll tuck herself behind my knees, and sleep there. Not for her last night. No. She waited until I was flat on my back, slightly trapped by well tucked blankets, and -umph-. I had a cat sprawled upon my chest, pinning me from movement. Attempted encouragements to move failed me, thus my sleep was rather unsettled. Aside from the slight difficulty of breathing (why is it cats can be picked up easily, feeling as if they weigh no more than ten pounds, but when they sprawl somewhere, they feel like they're forty or fifty pounds?) I had the slight inability to move. One arm was tucked under my back, I'm not certain of how or why that happened, and the other one was tucked neatly along my side. Trapped. Cat! I am unsure of the time she performed this feet of pinning someone far larger and heavier than she, but I am aware that by the time I finally freed an arm (in between large gaps of dropping off to sleep), my alarm went off. At that point in time, I was more concerned with further sleep than anything else. Snooze. Sleep. Snooze. Sleep. Snooze. Should be getting up, but... turn on desk lamp... snooze. Then the cat moves all on her own. I think the alarm was getting annoying. Thank you alarm. So... I get up, and my first act is to carry the cat downstairs, to a door, and kick her out for the morning, then get ready for work.
Oh, yes, that one arm (pinned underneath me while I was on my back) was sufficiently numb to make getting ready annoying. At least until I'd moved enough to make the pins and needles go away.
Guess who just walked back into my room? ARGH!
Ps- I'll reply to the reviews from my earlier post when I get home tonight.