Oh, kitties.
Nov. 3rd, 2012 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonethefewerMost mornings, Java is the one to wake me up with demands for food. He's an 18-year-old hulking landshark of a cat, and he usually meows and nibbles on my hand until I give in.
This morning, Sam, the 8-year-old plush doofus, came up instead. I sleep with my head on one edge of the pillow, and so she sat on the rest of it. She purred, boofed my head, and kept shifting position, and I kept patting her and trying to ignore her. Until she reached out one single paw, like she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing*, and patted me on the head.
* She was the runt of the litter. R tells me it took her a year to figure out how to scratch a scratching post right.
I only got 5 hours of sleep and so I should be grumpy as hell, but that was just the cutest thing.
This morning, Sam, the 8-year-old plush doofus, came up instead. I sleep with my head on one edge of the pillow, and so she sat on the rest of it. She purred, boofed my head, and kept shifting position, and I kept patting her and trying to ignore her. Until she reached out one single paw, like she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing*, and patted me on the head.
* She was the runt of the litter. R tells me it took her a year to figure out how to scratch a scratching post right.
I only got 5 hours of sleep and so I should be grumpy as hell, but that was just the cutest thing.
