I have been feeling "off" all day. Sick to my stomach... assorted aches and pains... headache... unable to get comfortable... it all added up to a day of sitting/laying on the couch trying to distract myself with television.
When I finally just called it a day and went to bed, my stomache decided to go into revolt. After a half hour of lying in bed trying to decide whether I should ride it out or go puke out whatever is going on, Jake arrives.
"Jake, I'm not feeling very well... maybe you should sleep somewhere else tonight?"
I then put my feet together so he couldn't sleep between them like he usually does.
The little scrubber forced his way between my shins, then kept twisting and pushing so he'd have his favorite sleeping spot. Eventually I relented because he was not giving up...
After this, my decision was made for me. I will be riding out my nausea until I fell asleep.
But first I have to write this blog post. Because it's Caturday, after all.
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My Leo likes to get in under the covers, but he quickly tries to rest his upper body on the highest point (my hips if I’m on my side) and start kneading, which means I’ll never sleep. I don’t let him in anymore and it took a month or two for him to stop pawing to get in under the covers…..he still tries on occasion, but not every night. He doesn’t like it that I’ll let one of the other cats under the covers, but she just sits there sharing warmth.