My problem is that the boys both want to sleep with me. They will not sleep on Pat's side of the bed because he doesn't have the patience to deal with them invading his space. He kicks them off. So, the little bed refugees scoot over to my side of the bed. It would be more fair if we each had one cat, but no, I get them both.

This morning I woke up to find that I should be seeking employment as a contortionist. On my stomach, left leg bent and raised as far as it could go to make room for Enzo who was snuggled against... well... how do I put this... my nether regions (because it's warm down there, I suppose). He was on his side, body at full length, and right up against me as close as he could get. My right arm was straight out at a 90 degree angle from my body to make room for Chewie who was spread out just like Enzo, only in my armpit. My spine was twisted in an odd way to accommodate them.

It's amazing to me that I could even sleep in that position. It's equally amazing that it never even occurred to me to kick them off so I could be more comfortable.

Copyright © Rebecca Parkin
February 20, 2001