I awoke in a cramped and uncomfortable position in the middle of the night. And I darn sure didn’t start the night that way. I rubbed my eyes and turned my head, trying to figure out what the heck happened.
Then I spot him.
My 14 pound cat was asleep on my pillow. My head was was between two pillows (Those aren’t PILLOWS! HAHAHA! Sorry, just had a Planes, Trains, and Automobiles moment…) and I was literally in the middle of my queen-sized bed. Somehow, Buddy had managed to slowly shove me over about a foot in the course of a few hours. Which leads me to one inescapable conclusion:
My cat is part glacier.
Only instead of carving out lakes, he carves out a comfy sleeping spot.
I am thinking that I need to find a way to capitalize on this. I mean, if I’m suffering a sleepless night, there should be something in it for me, right? Because if Buddy isn’t glacier-ing me to the middle of the bed, he’s shoved against my head, sucking my heat (which also leads me to believe that cats are part reptile). Shoving him down doesn’t work as he will sit and patiently wait for me to drift off, then sneak up and do whatever he damn well pleases.
Ah, the joys of cat ownership