Yesterday morning I got up, fed Tiny and got back in bed for another half hour. When I finally got out of bed for real, Tiny came dashing into the bedroom and starting meowing in a very panicked way. He even woke Jason up, and Jason is basically dead to the world once he gets to sleep. I picked Tiny up and cuddled him for a few seconds and he purred like a motorboat.
This morning I got up, fed Tiny and got back in bed for another half hour.* After he finished eating, Tiny came in and lay half on my shoulder, half on my pillow, purring, until I got up for real. Five minutes later, after I put in my contacts and brushed my teeth, he started wandering around the room, meowing again in a distressed way. So I picked him up and cuddled him and he purred and purred.
I see. Tiny has proclaimed, this will be the new morning routine.
* It's not so much that I'm lazy and can't get up when I need to, but more that if I stir and don't feed Tiny right away he walks back and forth across my chest and butts my head with his and meows incessantly until I feed him.
No comments:
Post a Comment