I tend to sleep alone for the first half of the night, when Kenny is still watching television and/or playing video games. I am okay with this. I love spreading out in the center of the bed, and hugging my body pillow, and searching for cold areas on the sheets with my bare toes.
Last night I had a companion.
Just as I was dozing off, twenty pounds of solid bulk jumped onto my feet and settled on my shoulder, nudging my hand with her face. Repeatedly. Then she settled into the crook behind my knee, on the body pillow, and she was content to sleep there until Kenny came to bed. (He hates that cat. Probably something to do with me making him take litterbox duties– and seriously, we have an automatic one, so it’s not like he’s scooping every day. Or maybe it’s because she uses the downstairs carpet as her alternate litterbox. Yeah, that’s what it is…) He woke us both up by whisper-shouting “Ppppssssst!” and suddenly that heavy, warm spot on my leg was gone.
Rude. SO rude.
What he *doesn’t* know is that when I got up to go to the bathroom about twenty minutes later, Midnight was waiting for me by the side of the bed, and as soon as I laid down again, she took her spot back. (She probably gave him the feline “finger” as she curled up. You don’t mess with a sleeping cat. At least, not ours.)
She hasn’t jumped on our bed to sleep with us in years. She used to do it when it was really cold and she needed that extra warmth (or maybe she thought WE did), but temperatures here have been much more mild lately. For the first few years we had her, when Kenny was working nights, she’d patrol the headboard, keeping me safe. When I was pregnant with Alex, Kenny went on a week-long trip to Las Vegas, and she never left my side. After we moved to this house, though, she found hundreds of new places to hide, and sometimes there are several days that go by where we don’t even see her. She is a very independent, indoor cat, content to cuddle up in a drawer somewhere or in a pile of old clothes. That’s why last night was so surprising. And wonderful.
I hope it’s something she’ll continue to do.
(Disclaimer: This is not my black cat. My cat disappeared when I tried to take her picture.)