I really would like to thank them. Unfortunately I don’t know who gave it to me, but it’s a doozy. I spent most of Sunday resting or sleeping (or both while writing this blog), which brings me to the bulk of this post, the cats.
Fat Cat has liked it when DH or I take naps because it’s the only time he gets to sleep with us, and when we nap we’re usually covered up with a blanket. I happen to be a fan of those thick, fuzzy blankets that you usually see in the back of someone’s van. Sunday afternoon after I laid down, I had Little Cat decide that it was at that moment that she wanted attention. She pawed at my shoulder, meowing in rapid succession to no avail before hunkering down next to my face, purring loud as a chainsaw (she really is VERY loud) as she attempted to lift the blanket to see my face. Well, to get INTO my face. I pulled the blanket back down and she settled in while I fell asleep.
Some time later, Fat Cat, apparently had decided that he wanted under my blanket. I’m not sure how long he was trying to get my attention, but he decided that whatever he was doing wasn’t working – so he stepped on my face. Closing a nostril appears to be an effective way to wake me up to an acceptable level where he could then get down in my face, try pulling up the blanket and then meowing. Groggily, I lifted the blanket and he dashed under, taking up position next to my stomach where he could nip my hands when he felt I should be petting him.
Being nipped does not make for a peaceful nap, but I must have succeeded in ignoring him, as he settled down and let me sleep. I woke sometime later with him purring loudly in my face and DH sitting on the living room floor, at my feet watching TV. Here’s hoping my next nap is less eventful.