All is well with the world then Mamany.OK, I have to expand on Hekitty's bedtime story, so to speak. There is an entire routine we go through every....single...night. FIRST, I "assume the position." I get on my strip of the bed, lying on my right side, facing the center. Right arm extended, elbow bent and holding up the covers. THEN I have to announce, "I have a kitty cat cave, but there's no kitty cat in it!" Enter said kitty cat. THEN I have to tell her that the most beautiful kitty cat in the world is in the kitty cat cave. At that point, she snuggles up against me and starts kneading at my elbow and nuzzling (classic smurgle, minus the drool). I then have to sing, "Hush little kitty cat, don't say a word" ALL THE WAY THROUGH. Once the song is done, I have to tell her about going to the market and bringing the "mockybird" home for her to chase, and how tasty the "mockybird" will be, and about her chasing it and catching it and eating it, leaving only the beak and feets, lying in a pile of cat-spit covered feathers (and God help me if I leave part of it out, she knows, and will growl until I start all over from the beginning of the dratted song). Once her story is done, she lays her head on my shoulder and naps for about 10 minutes (and remember, I'm holding the dratted covers up to make the cave all this time). Then she gets up and proceeds to ignore me and roll around the rest of the bed for the night.
If I DARE to fall asleep before she comes to bed, she will put her paw in my mouth and pull on my cheek to wake me up.
Have I mentioned recently that this feline rules my home with an iron paw?
Oliver chooses the foot of the bed somewhere in the middle so it's not intrusive until he wakes up about 2am and starts pretending he loves me and wants cuddling. The truth is he wants feeding.
Chubchub sleeps ON my granddaughter's head or chest.
Betty's a mystery, probably at her second or third home somewhere.