After a week of horrid heat and humidity, we are once again back to unseasonably cool weather, and that means the meows have been feisty! Caesar comes barreling up onto the bed at 5 am to greet and snuggle with the human. After proper obeisance has been paid, he either stomps across the human’s pillow and asks to be let under the covers on the human’s right side (never the left side, only the right side for Undercover Kitty) or he flops down heavily on the human’s left side and presses himself against her leg or hip (never on the right side for hip snuggling, only the left). It’s really sweet. He’ll stay for 20 minutes or so, but once Fireball shows up and demands attention from both the human and Caesar, the Big Guy is off again for parts unknown only to return around 6 am. At that point, he curls up in one of the kitty beds and becomes an insert lump of fur bereft of all dignity. He’s so out of it that if the human starts petting and kissing him, he wiggles his paws a bit and whimpers pathetically like a human teen ordered out of bed before he/she has had enough sleep. <<Leave me alone or there will be hell to pay when I can finally move again.>> It’s like he’s in a coma and can’t be roused even by evil human fingers petting his paws or stroking his adorably soft tummy. If the 2-legged was genuinely kind and compassionate, she’d let the sleeping cat lie. But of course, having poor impulse control, those feet are just too tempting to let be. And then there are the annoying photos to take in low light (nearly guaranteeing there will be a bright flash of light to further disturb poor Caesar’s sleep. See what he must endure in this house?
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