Last Saturday I felt off, by Sunday I was definitely sick and by the time I got home from work, I just wanted to pass out. Everything hurt, especially my throat. My room mate said she`d feed the cats in the morning so I could sleep in a bit, so I showered, cleaned litter boxes, and dragged my sorry backside to bed.
Enter Peepbean...
I don`t know if it was the novelty of going to bed at seven o`clock in the evening, or it was payback for all those nights I`ve sat up with him when he was sick, but he stayed with me the entire time. I slept until almost eleven the next morning, and he was curled up beside me with his head on the pillow when I woke up.
Now, waking up with Peepbean on your pillow means only one thing...He starts at the foot of the bed, on the hot water bottle. Over the course of the night, he will poo, move away from it, go back to sleep, poo, repeat...He can`t help it, he doesn`t know he`s eliminating. So by the time he gets up by your head, you know you`re in trouble. So I gave him a pat, and cuddles, and gently put him on the chair so I could sit up and survey the damage. The entire duvet cover (duvet cover over a plastic mattress cover over a comforter, so ``Bean-proofed``), the top of the vari-kennel beside the bed, dotted all over. The floor looked like an ink blot test, and I had to turn sideways to get out the door, and then back in with the cleaner. All with a pounding headache.
All the while, he circled, arced his back, burbled, rubbed, and purred his encouragement. I couldn`t help but laugh.
Its been nearly a week now, and I feel much better. Peepbean has gone back to sleeping on his stuffed bee with his own hot water bottle, coming to bed only when his hot water bottle gets cold and he wants to steal mine. Things have remained relatively clean, considering.
I don`t know why I`m sharing this, really. I`m probably the only person that finds a mess of that magnitude the least bit funny. (His usual morning mess, by the way, is only a few small spots here and there). I guess I just think its sweet that the little guy felt he had to make sure I was okay.
Enter Peepbean...
I don`t know if it was the novelty of going to bed at seven o`clock in the evening, or it was payback for all those nights I`ve sat up with him when he was sick, but he stayed with me the entire time. I slept until almost eleven the next morning, and he was curled up beside me with his head on the pillow when I woke up.
Now, waking up with Peepbean on your pillow means only one thing...He starts at the foot of the bed, on the hot water bottle. Over the course of the night, he will poo, move away from it, go back to sleep, poo, repeat...He can`t help it, he doesn`t know he`s eliminating. So by the time he gets up by your head, you know you`re in trouble. So I gave him a pat, and cuddles, and gently put him on the chair so I could sit up and survey the damage. The entire duvet cover (duvet cover over a plastic mattress cover over a comforter, so ``Bean-proofed``), the top of the vari-kennel beside the bed, dotted all over. The floor looked like an ink blot test, and I had to turn sideways to get out the door, and then back in with the cleaner. All with a pounding headache.
All the while, he circled, arced his back, burbled, rubbed, and purred his encouragement. I couldn`t help but laugh.
Its been nearly a week now, and I feel much better. Peepbean has gone back to sleeping on his stuffed bee with his own hot water bottle, coming to bed only when his hot water bottle gets cold and he wants to steal mine. Things have remained relatively clean, considering.
I don`t know why I`m sharing this, really. I`m probably the only person that finds a mess of that magnitude the least bit funny. (His usual morning mess, by the way, is only a few small spots here and there). I guess I just think its sweet that the little guy felt he had to make sure I was okay.