Our kitty likes to play a fun little 'game' at night sometimes. You see.. she sleeps in the bathroom. She's done that since she was a kitten and seems to enjoy it. She sits in our entry way looking longingly down the hallway every night all the while waiting on 10 pm when we promptly put her to bed in her bathroom.
But if we happen to be late getting her in there it's a whole different story.
If we're late, she just gives up on us and hides under the bed. And nothing can drag her out of there. It's a king sized bed, and she burrows up in places we can't reach and just looks at us. I think she's mentally sticking out her tongue at us. I'm pretty sure that's what that look means.
Anyhoo...
Last night was one of those nights we didn't get the queen into her throne room fast enough to please her and she ran under the bed. bummer. We looked at her and reached for her to no avail, naturally. So we settled in for our sleep knowing at some point in the night she would come out and make a nuisance of herself and one of us.. well *I* would wake up, nab her and toss her in the loo for the remainder of the night. Usually she pounces a foot or purrs near our heads. Ya know... something like that.
But oh no... not last night! The only thing I remembered was her walking on top of the covers between my legs all the way up and then feeling her spin around and plop down and make a pillow out of my tail end. I was sleeping on my stomach, so I had to do some fancy work to get myself up and twisted around so I could get my hands on Stinkerbell. I did... finally.... and got her 'tossed' for the night. But not before I gave her a little smooch on the head as I carried her away.
I'm pretty sure I heard her laughing under her breath! What a night. What a kitty!
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