Oh what beautiful weather. I hope that is the same for you. Next month, October, is famous for its blue skies and cool temperatures and changing leaves. Just a great time to be alive. Enjoy these blessings. They only look like this once a year. Other times of the year the blessings are still there; they just look different.
I am going to have to start doing something I really wish I didn't have to do. That will be nudging Miss Kathryn Isabella in the night. She has almost an entire bed for herself but she must encroach on my small space. I just want to lay in peace on the right side of the bed as though I were still married. (I never graduated to the other side or the middle) I turn over (I am a side sleeper) several times in the night and when it's warm, I flip my pillow as well. Can I do this on a routine basis? Nope. Nein. Nyet. No. Huh-uh. R U Kiddin'. Forget about it. In other words Miss Priss takes up residence at the side of my feet OR at the bottom of them. Now if you want to draw your knees up that's fine but eventually you want to stretch your legs back out. But noooooo...someone has oozed into your feet's resting place. That someone is warm, totally furry and sound asleep. I don't have the nerve to kick her off.
Round Two: She has taken up sentinel and is soft, warm and furred--- asleep at either by my belly or my back. All warm I stress to you...stretched out at least 5 yards long along my back or front and sleeping like a baby. As I wish *I* were sleeping. Can I turn? No. My legs are cramping, my hip hurts, whatever..and I can't move because a trusting warm loving sweet little warm girl is there. Eventually micrometer by micrometer I do change position.
I always swear and be-durned that I will kick that little 10 pound baggage off. I have yet to have the heart to do it.
I was at my son's home over the mountains and I slept fantastically well with no helpers bunked in there with me. Those without a pet would say "Close the door so they can't get in". Sure. Ever heard the sound of carpet being shredded as they try to claw the door open? Ever hear the knocking on the door by a little arm as they try to "batter" the door open? Meows getting more and more desperate? They want to be with their humans. Sigh. Yawn.