“I’m going to go take a fifteen minute nap,” I tell the wife.
I was up early, a little after 5:30 A.M., due to a wee furry beast who shall remain Sirocco-less. After breakfast and walking the dogs (no falls this time around) I got a little more sleep. Then up and Getting. Things. Done. Client work, packing things up, running errands.
Late in the afternoon, we had about forty minutes before I had to take the wife to her nail appointment, so I thought I’d get a short nap in.
I set the alarm on my phone for fifteen minutes, lay down, closed my eyes, and expected to drift off to sleep for a brief time of unconsciousness. I didn’t realize the bedroom door was open. A few moments later I hear the clicking of little paws coming across the floor towards the bed. Soon, there are a set of paws on the edge of the bed and a little furry face looking at me. Every few moments a little whine emits from the furry face.
I open my eyes and see Sirocco making the whining noises. “What do you have against me sleeping?” I ask. The only reply I get is more whining. I reach over and give Sirocco a few pets then try to go back to sleep. I get the feeling when he does this he’s trying to get me to let him in the bed, because when we travel he gets to sleep in the other bed in the hotel rooms. He seems to know I’m not going to give him more attention, or let him sleep in the bed. I hear the clicking of little paws leaving the room.
Okay. On with the nap.
I get a few minutes rest and I’m just about to drift to sleep when I hear a whining out in the living room. Sirocco wants to get in the wife’s chair. He’s completely capable of jumping up in it himself but he prefers to sit and whine until someone (usually me) helps him get up. “You can get up yourself, you don’t need help,” I call out. The whining continues for another minute or so, then ceases. He finally got up by himself and settled in.
Back to trying to sleep. I doze off for a few minutes.
The next thing I know, Magdalena has come into the room, put her paws on the edge of the bed, and is staring at me. I open my eyes again. “What?”
She proceeds to jump on the bed, curl up and lays down to sleep on my left side. I grunt as she flops down of top of me. Obviously she’s been talking with Sirocco and decided this ‘off the bed’ stuff will not stand.
“Off the bed!” I tell her and try shoving her off. I have poor leverage with the way she is on me, pinning my left arm to the bed. Several moments of yelling at her and trying to shove her off the bed finally dislodges her and she jumps down.
Just then, the alarm goes off on my phone. So much for napping. I get out of bed and get ready to take the wife to her nail appointment. < heavy sigh >
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