"TBird" wrote in message
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I was really tired when we went to bed. Even forgot to cover and put away
the dinner leftovers. Got in bed, kiss good night, passed out cold,
started
dreaming.

About that damn movie Alien. The dream started where Aliens left off -
the
thing had climbed onto the bottom of the ship and they landed on earth
with
it and someone handed out marijauna that automatically impregnated people
with the Alien embryos. Then the dream got wierd - Duncan MacLeod (from
the
Highlander TV series) was there to save the day. Now how gruesome a
thought
is that? Immortal incubators - he incubates the alien fetus, it rips out
of
the Immortal, he heals, and it can be done over and over again. YIKES!

Thankfully (?) I was woken up from that dream by a nineteen pound cat
dragging his considerable bulk over my hip so he could get between me and
DH, purr like a small tractor, then body slam himself down on my shoulder.

I almost got back to sleep, but the little cat decided to jump up and
nestle
against my shin bone. Okay - I can handle this.

Until the big cat decides to attack the little cat, and then I am obliged
to
give him a flying lesson, hoping she has gotten out of his way by the time
he lands.

They take the fight into the hall.

Okay. Close my eyes, think peaceful thoughts... but the nineteen pound
cat
is back to repeat earlier purr-body slam combo. No problem.

Until he decides to wash himself. Nineteen pound cat on my shoulder now
washing his chest in thundering movements that threaten to bounce the bed
across the room, accompanied by Joes very special sloppy slurping noises.
"No," says I, and I lay my arm across his body to stop the slurping
bouncing
bath. He relents. I close my eyes.

Joe launches himself up and decides to walk down DH to sleep on his foot.

I roll over and close my eyes.

The alarm goes off.

I am told that cats lower our blood pressure, they are good for us, they
help us relax. I guess that's true if it means you are too tired to get
upset about anything....

TBird ---- not buyin' it

oh my god! i can so relate, the only worse th ing is having the cats
wrestle on the bed with the dog....... cant they see we are sleeping??just
crazy

sandra