Let me tell you more about my cat
Sep. 16th, 2011 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordIt's really getting chilly at night. I've found my old hot water bottle because there's nothing I love better than to drift off to sleep feeling the heat radiating from the bottom of my bed.
This being my first autumn with Linni (well my first autumn with Linni outside of the shelter) it hadn't really occurred to me that Linni too would become fond of my hot water bottle.
And you see, Linni usually hates sleeping at the end of the bed at night.
So when I woke up at night feeling nature's call, I groggily checked to see if Linni was sleeping next to me (which she usually does), and satisfied with not finding her there, I leapt out of bed - and in the process kicked Linni halfway across the room from where she'd been sleeping happily curled up on the duvet over the hot water bottle.
Ah the jolts of guilt that comes from pet ownership. She's forgiven me by now though.
For the remainder of the night we figured out a compromise; hot water bottle in the middle, my legs on one side and her on the other. No more cross-room cat kicking.
(Illustrated foryour convenience no good reason at all)
I guess that'll be the agreement for the next couple of nights too. Maybe when it gets colder I'll make a ghetto-style hot water bottle from a soda bottle and put it in her bed next to my desk.
This being my first autumn with Linni (well my first autumn with Linni outside of the shelter) it hadn't really occurred to me that Linni too would become fond of my hot water bottle.
And you see, Linni usually hates sleeping at the end of the bed at night.
So when I woke up at night feeling nature's call, I groggily checked to see if Linni was sleeping next to me (which she usually does), and satisfied with not finding her there, I leapt out of bed - and in the process kicked Linni halfway across the room from where she'd been sleeping happily curled up on the duvet over the hot water bottle.
Ah the jolts of guilt that comes from pet ownership. She's forgiven me by now though.
For the remainder of the night we figured out a compromise; hot water bottle in the middle, my legs on one side and her on the other. No more cross-room cat kicking.
(Illustrated for
I guess that'll be the agreement for the next couple of nights too. Maybe when it gets colder I'll make a ghetto-style hot water bottle from a soda bottle and put it in her bed next to my desk.
