The first truly brisk night of late summer means finding a fleece blanket to throw on the bed, sleeping in a pile of cats, and someone deciding to make biscuits* on various parts of your anatomy at 3AM. If the vigorous massage doesn't wake you, the rumbly purr sure will.
*that weird paw thing cats do, also known as kneading, treading, making prickle bread (with claws), etc.
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10 comments:
Speaking of bellies that won't pet themselves! You've got some work to do.
Boy, I was worried that "biscuits" meant something else...
There used to be a tuxedo cat that lived near the neighborhood mailbox and he loved to polish my shoes! I made the mistake of wearing flip flops to get the mail one day and he nearly tickled me to death!
Funny you should mention, both of mine were beside I when I woke up this morning.
Jim
Yep.
CC's out of the cellar & onto the bed.
Must be fall...
Another reason I don't do cats... :-)
when cats knead you, they're actually checking your internal organs for weakness. They will use that knowledge in the future to take over your home :p
I call it "making muffins" :)
Kitty biscuits! <3
I really, really like my cats but I draw the line at letting them in the bedroom at night. They can come in first thing in the morning but they stay out until then.
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