Life With Cats, Wee Hours Edition

[truepenny]

BIPED: [waking up at oh-dark-thirty] My back hurts, I can't move, there's no room to breathe, WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS . . . oh, it's you.
CATZILLA: Dude, I'm, like, totally sleeping here. D'you mind?
BIPED: You're a nine pound cat, for Christ's sake. You cannot take up three-quarters of the bed.
CATZILLA: I'm not listeninnnnnnnnnnng.
BIPED: [contorts like Houdini]
[manages to roll over without kicking spouse off the bed]
[shoves Catzilla back maybe half an inch]
BIPED: All in all, this is not an appreciable improvement.
CATZILLA: [commences to purr]
BIPED: I hate you.

***

At least I know who to blame today's sciatica on.

Comments

[jennywren129.livejournal.com]

At least only two of our three cats sleep with us, but one of them is 24 pounds. When Zephyr has walked on you (or, G-d forbid, jumped on you), you know about it and have strange paw shaped bruises. Sparky is the one who usually takes up the most room. It isn't so bad in the summer when he sleeps on the pillow about one's head, but in the winter he insists on sleeping between us and expands throughout the night.

[callunav.livejournal.com]

....The 24-lb cat is named "Zephyr," huh?