During the week, when my alarm goes off and I hit the snooze, he stretches his arm and paw over me as if to say "Don't go to the place. Stay here with me." Weekends afford him extra time to stay curled up next to me.
Baby Kitty does whatever her big brother does. She's my Chatty Kathy and will follow me around the house to talk to me, even into the bathroom. But on the weekend, she just like her brother will walk me back to the bedroom or the couch, if I happen to be elsewhere in the house.
Arlo is my crazy old man who is getting senile and thinks he's two. He loves sleep so much, he could do it anywhere. He just happens to prefer my bed or the couch. He has his own bed with a blanket that he ruts into at all hours of the night. In the mornings during the week, I have to leave tray tables on the couch so he doesn't lay on it and bury into it. But this doesn't always stop him. Somedays I come home and he's so knocked out on the couch that he doesn't stir until I'm in his sleepy face. What a watch dog!
This week was especially exhausting for me. The first part of the week had me up until very late each night. The end of the week had me falling asleep with knitting needles in my hand one night, and the computer mouse in my hand the other. No surprise that I took part of the weekend to catch up on sleep - much to the delight of my pets. This is what I saw when I woke up one time.
Mr. Anti-social is on my lap, Baby Kitty is alongside my legs and Arlo is at my feet.The real funny thing is that they didn't stir when I grabbed the camera, turned it on, took several pictures, hooked up the camera to the computer and uploaded the pictures. Things would be so much simpler if we had lives as difficult as these three.
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