Last night I was attempting to sleep, as is my custom. The attempting is the custom. Not the sleeping. Although I do that often too. Anyway, I was trying to sleep when who should enter the equation…
Cyrus has, for the most part, been synchronized to my sleep schedule. So usually, when I am:
Cyrus is:
Though occasionally it’s more of this:
Anyway, I was trying to sleep and Cyrus jumped up on the bed. Instead of trying to eat my feet, however, he jumped up on my tummy and:
Totally unexpected.
I was kinda afraid to move him for a bit, but then I realized that I need to be on my side to fall asleep, so Cyrus got evicted down to normal bed level. Depending on his placement on the bed (i.e. how far towards the middle of the bed as opposed to towards the foot), he can end up owning about about 1/3 to 1/2 of the bed.
I related this to a coworker today. She, quite astutely noted that I am not the master of the house. Oh well.
Moving on, I hear some of you (read: Sue and Emily) are currently missing out on this thing we call Springtime. I feel bad for you (no really, I do), so I decided to bring you some sunshine. Enjoy:
hahaha like how you shopped in that sun.
i am sooooooooo glad my cats don’t bite my feet.
If the sun looked like that, I would be terrified. Overly cheerful things have that affect on me. Thanks tho, you’re a pal:)
Cute pics…Hope you got the coffee I sent you…I cost just as much to mail it as did the coffee itself…I just hope you appreciate it since I didn’t bring anyone else anything from my trip to “the promise land”.
So, no more banishment to the bathroom, huh?
THAT is supposed to make us happy? Hmmm… no. Not so much. I think you jinxed us. We got 2″ snow today. Boo on you.