"Now I understand." That's what I told Brooke this morning.
Tinkerbell had her kitten Cricket 6 weeks ago, and they have been staying "B"s bedroom when the dogs are in the house. Lately, she has been complaining that she cannot sleep at night because the kitten keeps her awake.
Dad went home when I came home from work last night. I found my bed full of slumbering bodies again. Not an inch did they leave me. Too tired to fight my way in, I crawled into "B"s empty bed instead. It's a smaller bed than mine, but it is cooler in her room. I lay sprawled out, appreciating an entire bed to myself, enjoying the cool breeze on the hot night. I awoke in the middle of the night with Tinkerbell and Cricket both laying on my chest. Neither one are very heavy, but it was uncomfortable. I shooed them to the bottom of the bed and drifted back to sleep. I awoke with a shock when Cricket began chewing on my fingers. After giving her a good scolding, I plucked her off the bed and dropped her onto the floor. I heard the pitter patter of her little paws run across the room. All was quiet, and I fell asleep again. I hollered later in the night when Cricket sank her tiny teeth into my chin. Danged cat! I was a little less polite this time as I helped her to the floor. I was almost asleep again when she chomped down on my bare toes. "Enough!" I hollered right before she hit the floor running.
All night was like that. Every time I got to sleep, or almost, she'd pounce me. My toes, my fingers, my face, my hair.
I think she will be relocating to the bathroom soon, at least at night. Must remember to move the toilet paper.
