R man returns tonight from his conference in DC, and I say yay, big time, because I’ve missed him terribly much. I’ve also missed having my own bed. Saki, the adorable and evil cat, always sleeps with R man and while he’s been out of town, it’s become obvious that I am the back-up sleeping location. How can such a small cat take up so much bed real estate?
I am a very restless sleeper, it’s one of the main reasons R man and I have separate rooms, that and the wholly ridiculous myth he maintains that I snore. While I’m sleeping quietly (AND NOT SNORING) I tend to toss and turn like a Black Flag mosh pit. I have woken up with the bed linens twisted completely sideways. Some people go into REM, I seem to enter a spin cycle. All this irritates both Saki and me; him because he just wants to lie there, goddamit, and me because I’m pinned down by a nine pound lump ‘o cat.
We’re both looking forward to having R man back where he belongs.