How I Sleep With My Cat

 

Sita in her catnip patch

I’m sharing a bit of fun today.  I tackled writing about the very challenging art of sleeping (mostly not) with my cat, Sita.

shoo her
off my
side of the bed
 
turn off
light and
then address
the dark…
 
“excuse me
please, you’re
standing on
the quilt”, while
giving it a tug
 
settle in,
pulling up
the covers..

 
sigh deeply,
enjoying the
cool comfort
of the sheets
and the cradling
support of my
pillow…
 
smell fish breath
and feel a rough
tongue lick my nose
 
hear loud, adoration-
filled purring
while kitty feet
march around
my head and
over my pillow,
jostling my head
 
as eyes adjust
to darkened room,
see cat
peering intently
into my face
 
make the mistake
of letting the cat
think I’m trying to
engage with her
 
quickly close eyes
 
feel a soft paw
on my eyelids
trying to coax
them open
 
refuse
 
pat the space
behind my
bended knees
and invite cat
to lay down
and go to sleep
 
feel cat pounce,
thinking it’s a game
 
feel tension rising
and a hot flash
 
abruptly
throw off covers,
scaring cat
 
perching on
the far side of the
bed, cat acts
annoyed and
tries to ignore me…
 
back-pointed
ears give her away
 
cool down,
pull covers back up
and finally drift off
 
suddenly awaken
to more marching,
loud purring and
fish breath
 
muttering under
my breath, get up
and grab wide-awake cat
 
put her out
close door
sleep

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