Little Miss Nocts.
The thing about our cat, Lucifer Tailypo--well, kitten, really--she's sweet and she's affable and she's very patient. But she may have been taken away from her mother a bit too early, or possibly she just has a nervous habit...
To wit, she suckles. She'll find a blanket, or occasionally a housecoat or a jacket, and she'll start kneading it with her front paws and purring and sucking on it, loudly.
I woke up at 3:30 this morning. The blanket was over my mouth and nose. I could see, dimly, in the dark above me, a pair of black ears not six inches in front of my eyes. And she was sucking determinedly on the duvet cover right over my mouth.
(Who's a good little breath-stealer? You are!)
Ways to wake up, I tell you.
(This post has been crossposted from DreamWidth)
To wit, she suckles. She'll find a blanket, or occasionally a housecoat or a jacket, and she'll start kneading it with her front paws and purring and sucking on it, loudly.
I woke up at 3:30 this morning. The blanket was over my mouth and nose. I could see, dimly, in the dark above me, a pair of black ears not six inches in front of my eyes. And she was sucking determinedly on the duvet cover right over my mouth.
(Who's a good little breath-stealer? You are!)
Ways to wake up, I tell you.
(This post has been crossposted from DreamWidth)