I've been trying for several days now to figure out how to blog about something that really falls into the "too much information" category, but it's terribly funny. Here's my attempt.
Many nights lately Mr. Chubbs sleeps with us. He sleeps by my shins between me and the edge of the bed. He is such a wonderful, sound sleeper, never waking up at 3 a.m. for petting or roaming around on my pillow meowing or chewing on my hair. Chubbs sleeps like a log until the alarm goes off.
The other night hubby was feeling a little amorous, and when he made his move, he woke up Chubbers. Chubbers was not terribly happy to be woken up, much less with Keith's knee near his face, so he bit and/or clawed Keith to get him to go back to his side of the bed! Chubbs was eventually driven from the bed, but not by me as I was laughing too hard. Keith did end up with several very small wounds on his knee from the unhappy cat. After all, kitties need their 20 hours of sleep a day, and rowdy humans can be quite disturbing. Must make humans behave and obey their feline masters.