Riley napping after his Daffodil debacle
I woke up to the dark. Two in the meowning which would have been one. Had too much of my Market Spice tea last night. Only I couldn't get out of bed. Think Mummy Bag and you had my situation. Meredith Ann has discovered the thrill of being on the bed. Next to me like a sardine. Couldn't get out that way could I ? Mr. Boatman to the left of me. Big Al in between the two of us at my feet. Ashton on the other side of my feet. Jasmine on my pillow. I was stuck. Drifting off a couple of times but no, I still had to figure out a plan. I snuck up and out over my pillow. Did not disturb the cat on the pillow or the one next to me. I could be a spy who turns and twists through those laser beams. I felt pretty good about myself. Didn't disturb the cats or Mr. Boatman. Then, the joy went away. How to get back into said mummy bed ? In between the girls I went. Slip sliding down an inch at a time. Got myself settled in. Thought ... I did good. Closed my eyes and who decides to wake up ... Meredith Ann. Within five minutes of my adventure, the two girls had gotten up and left me. What you do to not disturb a cat ?
~JC~
