Last night, Tabby-tha did her usual thing. Shortly after I lie down, she comes up between my wife and I and wants to smurgle on the part of the blanket that is exposed from under the bedspread.

The thing that was different last night was that I was lying on my side facing away from the center of the bed. She perched her front half on my neck and momentarily rested the side of her head on mine. This would have been great except for the fact that this movement thrust her whiskers right up my ear canal. This is *guaranteed* to snap you into a vigilant alert state from any level of sleep.

Since I knew that my wife was watching the TV, I commented on what had just happened, and she replied: "It beats having her shove her rear end in your face, which is what she just did to me.". Between fits of laughter, I had to agree with her.

Copyright © Fletcher Glenn
March 26, 2002