Not a creature was stirring...
Not even the poor little mouse that my cat brought me late last night. Or I guess it was late last night. It was in the bed with me this morning at 6:30.
My cat was very disappointed that I wasn't thrilled with this gift. She's right. I'm very ungrateful. After all, what says love more than a bloody, mangled rodent? She usually keeps the mice for herself, so this was a big step in our relationship for her to give it to me.
And she really wanted me to keep it safe for her. She didn't just drop it on my pillow. No. She buried it underneath me. I remember her jumping on the bed at some point and pawing and digging around by my stomach. But I ignored her. That will teach me! She was getting the mouse in there all snug and tight.
At least the mouse kept me from crawling back under the covers after I turned off the alarm. Instead, I'm doing an early Monday load of laundry. I wonder if the rest of my day will be as exciting as the start.
Labels: crazy cats, dreaming, life