Things will be different this winter.
Not the weather—sleeping. Without Chelsea.
You see, Chelsea was incredibly fucking annoying to sleep with once the weather turned cold.
She’d jump up on the bed (not annoying), walk over my body or head (slightly annoying), then sit near my shoulder (not annoying).
Waiting for me to lift the covers that she perfectly well could have burrowed under herself—but no, Herself had wait for me to lift the covers.
If I didn’t immediately do so upon her arrival near my shoulder, she’d make a few pigeon noises (low coos), then again, at a slightly higher volume.
Still nothing? She’d paw at the blankets, lightly at first, then with some vigor.
Still nothing? The paw to the nose. And if still no reaction, she’d push out her claws ever so slightly and softly—no scratches, no marks—rake them across my cheek and nose.
At which point I’d lift my arm and create a proper entrance for La Chelsea.
This is not the really fucking annoying part. No, what was r.f.a. was her pause.
Yes, after all that, she’d take a step, then pause for a few seconds, as if wondering Hm, do I really want to go under the covers after all? before deigning to duck down and under.
Jesus, she had me so well trained.
Then, of course, she’d turn around and around and around before settling into the same damned spot she always did, curled into my belly as I lay on my side, wrapping herself into a warm ball of purr.
That, I admit, was never annoying.