The new bed is king-sized. Theoretically, that means that I have more room. Yeah, right.
In reality, all I get is a small corner of the bed.
Now, in this picture, the brown blanket is up farther than it usually is. Let’s say that it generally covers about one-third of the bed. That means that I get the other two-thirds. Why? Well, the brown blanket is the domain of:
Boo Boo- 18 pounds
Punk- 11 pounds
Knock Knock- 6 pounds
That’s 35 pounds that I would have to move in the middle of the night. I’m not sure I can do that while fully awake, much less when I’m half-asleep.
This morning, I had another visitor:
LouLa- 38 pounds
Instead of staying towards the bottom of the bed, she was pressed right up against me. Literally, her cheek was pressed against my face. My sweet little girl has the morning breath of her daddy,which is not pleasant at all.
But, yet, I let it happen, to some degree. There’s something nice about having three cats cuddle up by your feet (or on your feet/legs) on a cold night. No matter how bad the breath is, there is nothing like having the sweet sleeping face of a 3 year old next to yours. Waking up stiff, with a headache, is worth it.
