Sleeping Beside My Overly Affectionate Assassin Cat

Midnight, I fell asleep three hours ago.  She takes
advantage of my vulnerability and at
first my mind rejoins myself disoriented, the
grog releasing; its precedent is  my knowing that
it’s only her; false alarm, this is not quicksand
nipping good…night (? I don’t know what time it is to her) to my right cheek.
Eyes closed and about-face, another direction, reposition into a cozy
orientation.
She shows her affront, or persistence …  both by
stepping on my face with both
paws.
Again, the grog keeps me still and the familiar enables
me to fall asleep until slowly,
I can’t entirely breathe;
a fluff a white is clogging my nostrils. A chuckle, muffled, bemused at the
flashback of a paranoid paperback character –
Pertinence!
I barrel-roll to
the left to dislodge my feline assassin friend.
To cuddle with her is to stay up far too late yet to
neglect is to suffer threats to suffocate.  I
usually pick sleep,
so she attempts to take me out in the
fashion of Huple’s cat versus
Hungry Joe.
I’m darned if I do.
Darned if I don’t

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2 Responses to Sleeping Beside My Overly Affectionate Assassin Cat

  1. Tawna Robinson says:

    Nichole, It’s nice to cuddle, until the comfort turns to demand.  Thanks for sharing. Tawna

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