She must have read me pretty well when I got home after class last night. She came up to the car when I opened the door and did her cute little dive into my hand for pets. I'm not sure "dive" is the right word. She stands up on her haunches to push her head into my hand before I get it all the way down to her. She also came in for bed the first call (unusual) and once in bed, sat on my chest for scritches! She even played cave kitty this morning between the first "wake me up" alarm and the second "get out of bed" alarm. :) I just love it when she pushes her warm furry body up against me under the covers. It's as if she's trying to get as close to me as she possibly can.
I guess she just carries a grudge longer than most cats. She was raised by my late boy cat, Boo. He carried grudges longer than any other cat I have ever known. He probably taught her that along with his Maine Coon trill.
I'm tired. Why is it I stay up playing my game when I know I need to go to bed? My sims get more sleep than I do. My Cacti-cat bugs me to go to bed at about 10:00 but I just keep playing the game. I got her to stop poking my elbow, but now she won't come up to snuggle anymore. I lost my temper last week after about the fifth poke when repeatedly yelling "Ow! NO" didn't get the message across to her and without looking, swung my hand behind my chair intending to shoo her away. I smacked the side of her face accidently. She left the room and went outside. I immediately went after her and apologized. She seemed to accept it but she hasn't been snuggly since. I had never hit her before. Nobody had ever hit her since we rescued her as a tiny kitten. I feel terrible about it. I keep picking her up to snuggle her. She tolerates it but she doesn't relax and get silly like she used to. She doesn't completely trust me anymore. When she bugs me to go to bed, she sits at the side of my chair and "mrraa"s at me. I can pet her, but she won't come up in my lap. In bed she sleeps at the bottom corner where my feet don't reach. No more cave kitty under the blankets. No more perching on my chest for scritches.
I feel like an ogre for having hurt my baby that way.
Geez I'm tired today. Trying to get laundry done off peak because of the power problem out here in California makes the whole process go way too late. Of course, I had only planned to do one load but my hubby asked so sweetly if I'd include one of his shirts in my second load that I caved and did two. It got me to bed about an hour and a half later than I'd hoped on a pre-class night. Then our youngest cat Cactus decided to show me how much she loved me. She had been poking my elbows when I was at the computer loading her big sister's pictures for this journal. She hates any deviation from the usual routine. She knows I belong in bed after 10:30pm. So she hooks the loose skin on my elbows with the bare tips of her claws and pulls at my arm. It isn't enough to even raise a welt, but it definitely gets my attention. Beastlet. When I finally did climb in bed at 11:30, she was right there giving me kisses, demanding pets and wanting to play cave kitty under the covers. She'll sit on my chest and pluck at the edge of the blankets with her claws. I'm not sure if she intends to poke at me but she does. Once she's under she pulls at whatever I'm wearing. What she's hoping to accomplish I don't know, but she stopped that when I told her to stop. Then she tunneled back out and gave me bump-a-nose kisses with her wet cold little nose. I was starting to drift off, that woke me right up. She gave me such a look of adoration that I couldn't get mad at her. I started to complain but my hubby said "Awwww, she loves her momma." I told her to go love daddy. She didn't.
So last night was a night of waking up over and over. I'm not sure if Cactus was poking me because I woke up or I woke up because she was poking me, but I got way too much love from her last night. Watch out what you name cats. They tend to live up to the name. She's the pokiest cat I've ever had, and I've had a lot of cats.
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