All I wanted was a nap. I’d been thinking about it all day at work, and now that I was finally home, I was determined to sneak in a nap before I had to make dinner.
I went into my bedroom and was surprised to see the cat curled in a ball on my pillow. Even though he looked adorable and quite comfy, I gently picked him up and moved him to the other side of the bed. Before I’d gotten my glasses off and my body into bed, however, he was back, once again curled up on my pillow.
I picked him up and put him on the floor. I lay down quickly before he had a chance to jump back in my spot. Blissfully, I closed my eyes.
My peaceful moment was soon interrupted by what felt like a sack of socks landing on my chest with a plop. It was the cat with his face about an inch from mine.
I shooed the cat onto the floor and closed my eyes. Closed eyes are apparently an act of aggression in a cat's world. The next thing I knew, he sent my glasses flying off the nightstand and onto the floor with a single swipe of his paw.
Of course, the very fact that I need glasses means that I had a hard time finding my glasses. I felt around with my hand on the floor until I found the landing spot of my glasses which happened to be inside my shoe.
I glared at the cat and lay back down. I was thinking about how comfortable and warm my bed was when I heard a scrinch, scrinch, scrinch sound.
What now? I put on my glasses and jumped out of bed. This time, the cat was munching on a plastic bag inside the waste basket. Evidently those plastic grocery store bags come in a tasty tuna flavor because he was chewing mightily on it.
I put the trash can out in the hall, closed my bedroom door, and tried once more to take my nap. I'd just barely fallen asleep when I was awoken by the sensation of something soft hitting my nose every few seconds.
I opened my eyes but stayed very still. Sure enough, it was the cat, playfully tapping my nose with his paw and then quickly ducking out of my field of vision on the side of the bed.
"OK, cat, that's it. You win. No nap for me today." I put on my glasses and got out of bed.
As I looked back at my bed, there was the cat, curled into a ball on my pillow. I'm pretty sure I saw him smiling.
At least one of us will be well-rested. Too bad it won't be me.
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My daughter's kitty, Stewart, wakes her up with paw-pats, that get stronger and stronger, and finally bites her nose if he gets no responce. Good job Stewart!
A very heartwarming piece.
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...um, at an inopportune moment.
True story.
I used to have to lock my two cats outside my bedroom because, I'd wake up as they were chasing each other across my chest or face. Then they would cry and scratch at the door for about a half an hour.
They remember, I think, that they were worshiped as Gods in Egypt!
I enjoyed this very much! Thanks!