Sir Theo has been hanging out in the south room with me the last week or so. Ordinarily, this is great: he's so big that snuggling with him is like snuggling a pillow with feet and ears. The problem is that my mattress is quite small, and after a week or so spent sharing it with me, Sir Theo seems to be feeling a bit cramped. He kept stealing the space.
This happened two or three times last night: not exaggerating. I would wake up on the very edge of my mattress, almost against the bookcases on the left side, with a large body blocking any attempt to move further right. 'That's funny,' I would say to myself, 'I don't remember sleeping with someone.' Then, 'Oh, Sir Theeee-oooo,' and I'd do my best to roll over, slide my arms around him, and move us both further to the right. This solution proved temporary.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. Cats are like this, after all. The cat we had growing up was less than half Sir Theo's size, and she could take up an entire bed easily. (Once I even woke up on the floor to find her sleeping contentedly in the middle of the bed.) So at least Sir Theo wasn't dumping me out onto the floor. And I love Sir Theo dearly and will not hold this against him. But hell!
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