1:07 p.m. - 2008-06-12
Woe is me!
Last night I went to bed at the shockingly early time of 7.05pm, which means that by the time my alarm sounded at 6.15am this morning, I’d had almost 11 hours of, blissful, uninterrupted slumber, which in turn means I woke up this morning completely drunk on sleep and it took me a moment to register where I was, until Saffi reminded me by lovingly sticking her ass in my face – thanks cat! ‘ I Love You Too!’
I have been inflicted for the past few days with the most loathsome condition…a cold, which in our house is akin to being infected with The Black Death and so I was banished to my bed while N welded the door shut lest any germs escape. It was touch and go for a while, but I survived and am here to tell the tale, well prattle about it on Diaryland at any rate.
Am still getting through my own body weight in Kleenex, but at least my head doesn’t feel as though it’s trapped in a vice, a la Nicky Santoro & I can breathe without sounding like Luke’s dad, which is a total bonus, as I was starting to scare my neighbors kid!
We’re slowly become used to having a third person living in our house. I never thought of myself as a ‘Cat’ person I always though I was more of a ‘Dog’ person, but now we have this little interloper living with us, I’m not so sure.
I always think of ‘Cats’ as the ultimate fussy customer, you know the one’s who go to restaurants and complain about everything, from the water not being cold enough, to there being a tiny speck of dirt on their cutlery, and even if you crawled on your hands and knees through a mile of broken glass to bring them the worlds rarest, most expensive caviar and they’d fix you with a look of disdain and say “actually, I quite fancy fish and chips, so if you could just sort that out, that’d be great” and then turn and carry on their conversation as though you don’t even exist.
However, this little fluffball might just be making me change me mind. She is of course, as is any kitten is, as mad as toast, but she’s just this side of cute that you can forgive her just about anything, even leaping on to my lap while I’m sat on the loo, after using my legs as a way to haul herself up, (not too dissimilar to the way a lumberjack would climb a tree) leaving long, deep scratch marks all the way up my shins, but the moment she snuggles into my neck & purrs into my ear, all is forgiven…..little rat bag!
And so last night when she accompanied me into the pit of despair (see above) I was beyond grateful, until I realized all she saw was a way to sleep on my face with me being too weak to fight her off and so the battle of wills begins as I’m determined to show her who’s boss, N’s in for some fun and games over the next few weeks and months, I’m thinking maybe a nice stripy top & whistle will come in useful!
LannyLee