angry cat

I’ve been sick with the flu the past two weeks. And of course the oblivious princess insisted on sitting on me at every possible moment I was horizontal. So that ended not super well. Kitty got no snuggles for about a week and a half. Despite the glorious mid-day sun she was not happy about it.


Once I got well enough…about Thursday of last week, Lucy was allowed on my chest again. And blep’ed really hard.


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Last week, we almost lost Lucy.

Jonathan came home late from a work engagement and she slipped out into the dark. It was cold that night.

We stayed up talking that night discussing random things: how late it was, how I wanted to take up the ukulele, etc. Lucy wasn’t in the bedroom. It was pretty late when we finally fell asleep…maybe 12:30-ish. Still no Lucy in the bed.

Usually after we settle down she comes back and picks a spot either between my legs or under my left armpit. Lucy wasn’t there when I woke up.

I got up, got ready, moved into the living room to find her. She wasn’t in the window. I looked in the bathroom, under the sink (she likes cupboards), and in every laundry pile. No dice.

She was outside and had spent the whole night outside under the apartment building under our bedroom.

Jonathan and I had stayed up late talking that night, so we can only assume that she heard us and got as close as she possibly could. The poor little fur-ball was not amused. Not amused at all.

She’s still not amused and a little more on the wiley side, bitey, and excessively needy (more than usual).

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