I had no intention of posting a blog today (hence the late post) but I woke up… inspired…. to post a little tidbit.
There are days I wake up completely perplexed about my status in my own house. Let’s recap for a moment, very briefly, some aspects of what it’s like living with Shayne and Rio (and the rest of our 6-animal household)…
**I cannot close my laptop with out their super sonic ears hearing it shut (there’s no latch for them to hear click…just the screen coming down to the body) and leaping up from the deadest of sleeps to launch themselves into my lap.
**I cannot even re-position myself on the couch without the dogs leaping up from, again, a coma-like sleep to say “OMG WHAT DO WE GET TO DO NOW!?!?!”
**If my lap is available I have between 2 and 4 critters barreling toward me to claim some space.. and if I need to get up I get between 4 and 8 eyes glaring at me–their version of clear disdain for my need to use the bathroom.
**On that note, I don’t recall the last time I didn’t use the bathroom with out an audience of supportive animals cheering me on (the worst is the cat Joey whose sole desire in this situation is to get in my lap).
All of those are pretty much daily occurrences–annoying but tolerable. But today I woke up …AHEM… was woken up and was just in a state of awe. I have a queen sized bed and somehow I was so smushed I couldn’t move ….
I really couldn’t move … Bandit was on my leg, Rio was pressed up against my left side while being 1/2 on my arm (under the covers), Shayne was pressed up on my right side while pinning down my arm… and topping this off was Panther, the cat, sleeping on my head/face. I was contorted and twisted in a way that was not terribly natural or comfortable. I was not particularly happy to be woken up in this manner and just shook my head as I worked my way out of my bindings. What a way to start the day, I later thought to myself, woken up early by being smothered by the love of four great companions. But then I realized… no no, no no…. this wasn’t love… this was COLD! The temperature outside plummeted over night which certainly explains the extra-close, cat-on-my-face way I woke up.
So here I sit, a little irked that I was woken up so early in such a demeaning way. It wasn’t out of love but because they just see me as a giant space heater.