Crawling Into Bed With
Rory Ni Coileain
And a Good Book
Important things
first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Cotton. I tried silk
once, but my cat thought they felt really good to dig her claws into. We shall
draw a veil over the ensuing carnage. (Inflicted upon the sheets, not the cat.)
Dude! Squirrel socks?
Can we see? What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I gave up snacking in bed a long time ago. I couldn’t deal with the accusatory
glares. I have yet to find a snack food my cat didn’t feel she was more
entitled to than I was.
LMAO. I sympathize. My
cat has no qualms about swiping the food right out of my hands. She carries it
off to the foot of the bed and decides whether she really wants it or not while
glaring at me. Moving on. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
That’s a good question, I haven’t been able to get it open since I stuffed my
battery-operated egg and its remote in there.
Aw. That's kind of
sad. You want me to bust it open? No? Okay. Do you roll up in the blankets like
a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I don’t get a chance to do either, as a rule. As soon as I’m under the
blankets, the cat stakes out a position on top of them that prevents me from
either rolling over or sticking a leg anywhere. (I think the term you’re
searching for at this point is “pussy-whipped”….)
LOL. Can I put my cold
feet on your calves to warm them up? Chances are my calves
would chill your feet. I’m a Minnesotan. *winks*
*Shudder* You're
welcome to put your feet on me to warm up if the situation is that dire. What
are we reading? Finally stealing enough free time to
finish Susan Mac Nicol’s Waiting for Rain,
so I can get to Taxes and TARDIS,
which has been staring at me accusingly for quite some time now. (points to
self) Unrepentant geekgirl.
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