Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Today's Musing

There appears to be a direct relationship between how bad I feel when I'm sick and how many cats cuddle up with me while I try to get some sleep.

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Joshkie said...

It's how they show you they care.

I broke my arm under the shouulder ball-joint when I was seventeen. A long and stupid story in and of itself best told at a later time.

We had this 20-25lbs., muscle not fat, orange taby house cat, and the first night after I woke-up with that cat curled up on my chest between my arm and chin.

I don't even remember him laying on my chest only woke up do to it getting hard to breathe. After, I moved him to the floor he just stayed there looking up at me as I went back to sleep.

The next morning I wokeup with him curled up in the crook of my good arm. He did this for the first week after that he went back to doing what ever he normaly was up to while we where a sleep.

Good memory. Thanks,

Julie said...

Hope you're feeling better soon. **Hugs**

Old NFO said...

Hope you get better... I don't do cats, but I have had a 120lb Shepard park himself next to me when I was sick, and he didn't let me up... :-)

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