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Sleep would have been nice
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 |
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