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bittersweet
Jul. 24th, 2015 09:41 amSlinky's very first night after I brought her home from the humane society, she found her way up the ladder to my lofted bed, wormed under the covers, and slept with me.
I had always wanted to have a cat that would sleep under the covers with me.
I would lie on my side, and she'd curl up against my arm, head on my shoulder, paws in my armpit and against my stomach. She'd purr, I'd put my arm around her, and then she'd stay for maybe two hours or so. She slept under the covers with me probably 6 nights out of 7 for the next 13 years, with the exceptions being when it was too hot, when I was away, and when I was heavily pregnant. (I wrote once about how, sometimes with her curled up against my stomach and my arms around her, I'd dream I was pregnant. When I actually was and there was no longer room for her to wedge herself in next to me, I occasionally dreamt that I was cuddled up with her!)
Widget will occasionally climb under the covers while I'm reading at night, if I lift up my knees and give him a space. But he never stays long, and he doesn't like having the blankets pressing down on him. Goldie and Neff are both cuddlers and one or the other, sometimes both is likely to end up sitting on my face or wedged between Joel and me. But until this morning, I haven't had a cat sleeping with me under the covers for almost a year.
This morning when Gwen woke me up ("I had a poo, mommy!"), I found my legs were clenched tightly between Widget on one side of knees and Goldie on the other. It was 7:00, which meant things to go either way regarding whether Gwen was up for the day or whether she'd fall back asleep after I sent her back to bed. I always plan for the latter so went back to bed myself; Goldie marched right up to me and started purring and head-butting my hand, so I lifted up the covers...and he slid under, turned around, settled against my arm, laid his head on my shoulder, purred loudly while I stroked him awhile and then his purr petered out as he, and then I, fell back asleep.
He slept there for an hour and 20 min. until Gwen woke up again. It was blissful. And bittersweet.
I had always wanted to have a cat that would sleep under the covers with me.
I would lie on my side, and she'd curl up against my arm, head on my shoulder, paws in my armpit and against my stomach. She'd purr, I'd put my arm around her, and then she'd stay for maybe two hours or so. She slept under the covers with me probably 6 nights out of 7 for the next 13 years, with the exceptions being when it was too hot, when I was away, and when I was heavily pregnant. (I wrote once about how, sometimes with her curled up against my stomach and my arms around her, I'd dream I was pregnant. When I actually was and there was no longer room for her to wedge herself in next to me, I occasionally dreamt that I was cuddled up with her!)
Widget will occasionally climb under the covers while I'm reading at night, if I lift up my knees and give him a space. But he never stays long, and he doesn't like having the blankets pressing down on him. Goldie and Neff are both cuddlers and one or the other, sometimes both is likely to end up sitting on my face or wedged between Joel and me. But until this morning, I haven't had a cat sleeping with me under the covers for almost a year.
This morning when Gwen woke me up ("I had a poo, mommy!"), I found my legs were clenched tightly between Widget on one side of knees and Goldie on the other. It was 7:00, which meant things to go either way regarding whether Gwen was up for the day or whether she'd fall back asleep after I sent her back to bed. I always plan for the latter so went back to bed myself; Goldie marched right up to me and started purring and head-butting my hand, so I lifted up the covers...and he slid under, turned around, settled against my arm, laid his head on my shoulder, purred loudly while I stroked him awhile and then his purr petered out as he, and then I, fell back asleep.
He slept there for an hour and 20 min. until Gwen woke up again. It was blissful. And bittersweet.
