Bug out!

they say that dogs have owners and cats have staff. true i think, but those on my staff are true contributers to the overall health of my household organization.

take last night, for example.

you know how it is when the whole family is snuggled in bed, and the only one who can't sleep is you? and how the ones who can sleep snortle and kick and puff out tiny smiles as they dream? and the one who can't sleep feels sweaty and squished instead of comfy and warm?

last night i decided the best route was to choose another bed. after slithering out of the middle of everyone, i grabbed two pillows and padded off to a solo camp. but suddenly, instead of snoozing peacefully, both boys had sprung awake, and into action:

"BUG OUT! WE'RE BEING REDEPLOYED!"

"where are we going?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! BUT GRAB YOUR GLASSES AND GET YOUR STUFF! NOW!"

they slid and they scurried and they used my legs as firepoles. spinning into the lead, and having smacked into a wall or two from catching claws on my socks, they arrived at the new post ahead of me.

they turned in circles , flicked their tales, and punched down the blankets. artfully, they performed the sleepy dance, so as to bless the mattress so that i would sleep.

blankets in place, cats at their stations.

time for sleeping.

"why do YOU always get her hip? why can't I sleep on her hip once?"

"Go to sleep, squirt. Wipe your nose first."