It’s been HOT in Cape Town. So the only way to sleep is nekkid with a cool Egyptian cotton sheet. No problem. Unless you’re sharing your bed with a boisterous 7-week-old kitten. with claws and teeth. who wakes up to play every two hours. and I think still missing his mommy on account of all the mewling. DH has been muttering that just as we got the toddler to sleep in its own room — right through the night… I go and get a psycho kitty who insists on sleeping on DH’s chest or head! Shame. poor man — he was last seen heading into the lounge with a sheet and a pillow!
We have scratches in places we never ever in our wildest bonking sessions inflicted on each other! Hmmm those were the days – but, I digress. We have to do a whole lot of preventative wiggling, squirming and dancing in bed to avoid injury to delicate parts. Just trying to sleep is a workout! Oh the joys. And in true feline form, Lord Muck is in the middle of us — spread out like a lopsided Sphinx!