Kitty Roll

I have a house full of animals: two fish, one dog, one cat, two boys and a husband.  Being that they are all mine, it seems I am solely responsible for their upkeep.  The fish are the easiest: food and water.  It's the critters falling into class mammalian that demand the most attention: food, water, grooming, health care, exercise and affection.  With 1 of me and 5 of them, it keeps a homosapien busy... and exhausted.

That's why, at the end of the day, I just want a good nights sleep.  Ha ha.  Fat chance with a little one.  

So on those rare nights when the youngest creature doesn't wake for a snack, I relish my side of the bed and uninterrupted sleep.  

In comes the cat.  He knows tonight the baby won't be waking me.  The cat will.  He'll wake me to tell me he loves me by purring on my head.  He'll wake me to tell me he needs me to change his water or that his food is running low.  He'll wake me to tell me there's a flying insect that amuses him and it will amuse me too or he wouldn't be standing at my bedroom door mewing like a wounded demon.  

I bury my head deep in the down on the cool side of the pillow: my happy place.  The cat jumps on the bed, eager to rouse me.  Finally, he gives up and snuggles next to me for the night.

That cat is a furnace.  So when I feel his scalding body on my back, I smile; not because I like it... it's because I like what comes next: My side of the bed and uninterrupted sleep.

I roll over onto that beast.  Cats don't like that.

He bounds away, never to be seen or heard from again... until the next night.