Pru sleeps around. She rotates her favorite sleeping spot every week or two. Sometimes its with me, then it will be on the purple chair, then maybe it’s on the bed again, only this time only at the foot of the bed, or maybe it’s on my bed again but she has to actually sleep ON me. Then she’s off again to god only knows where for a week or so. No matter where she sleeps, however, she always ends up on the bed, usually on me, in the morning, while she waits for me to get up.
Last night, she decided it was time to sleep with me again. This morning I found her resting on me, in such a manner, that her fluffy tail would swish back and forth, ever so lightly, on my cheek. That’s how I woke up. I told her it was not even 6 am but she just looked at me with that “What? Oh, I’m a cat, I can’t tell time, all I know is the sun is up and that means morning. And morning means breakfast! But if it’s too early, you go back to sleep. Unless, that is, now that you are awake you realize you have to get up to go the bathroom anyway.” look.
You can try to roll over to knock her off, but she’ll just climb back on and stretch out on your face or something. Very subtle.
Pru sounds a lot like Bessie, except that Bessie doesn’t have a fluffy tail. Oh, and Bessie likes to curl up IN my hair, knead it, like there’s no tomorrow, and DROOL! I’d never seen a cat drool, before him (well, not one that didn’t have an abscess in it’s mouth, or something, I did used to work for a vet, ya know). People have tried to say that he was taken from his momma, too young. I say that he just loves me that much more, that he actually THINKS I’m his momma! =)
there must be some sort of mystical training that all cats get for that whole waking up biz. it’s uncanny.
Cats communicate with alarm clocks. Either the clock says, “I’m not set, it’s up to you.” or it says, “I’m set for 6 am, you wake her up at 5:30.”
Cats were actually roosters in previous lives. I’m not sure which way that’s going in the karmic chain.
well, it’s the whole “longest day of the year” aspect that’s killing me. in the winter, it’s much more tolerable. the sun doesn’t rise until… what? … like 10:30? it’s great!
awwww…poor pru, it’s hard on her too. why right now she is curled up on my bed… simply EXHAUSTED.