yup, an actual WIN!
'Headline, please' — as Chris always puts it, which's a not-so hinty way of telling me to
hmmpf... one'd think he'd know me better by now
anyhoo, i'm trying my best to cut to the chase so here's a bit of tonight's mail to Christine: '...DIG THIS SHIT: wait — just had a thought: i really wish i could write all this down on Tawdry, actually ... but this's sump'n i shall never forget so why bother?...' OK, back to the shit... almost there and here it comes. :-)
oh, wait. dammit. there's background *groan* (yes Christine, i can hear you groaning like six thousand-plus miles away and i really can't say i blame you): as you already know, after the first few months, Hunter's refused to sleep with me and i really shouldn't give a shit but i can't help it cause i damn well do. he's the only kitty with whom i've shared my life who's not done it continuously since Night No. 1 (even poor scared-outta-his-wits Petey diddit from the start) and i shouldn't take it personally, but you know me — i take everything personally.
here's my thing: for various reasons since i've been back from NYC, i've been sleeping on the sofa in the LR and lo and behold: a few seconds after i turn out the light, Hunter jumps up and — wonder of wonders — actually stays all curled up and purring against me sleeping all night long — hoorah! finally! Endlich! *happy grrl dancing*
YES! it IS and big thanks to Trollcats for image above. the deal is — it all started when i got back about 02,00 early monday, 19. october and worked straight through till the following night, then was so tired, i didn't even bother tryna make it into the bedroom so i crashed on the sofa. the last thing i remember was Hunter jumping up and i smiled a bit, thinking he was in his usual — now expert — *X-treme Tease* mode and he'd surely take off in a second or two. then i fell out, totally exhausted. ten hours later or so, when i once again came to, he was still there with me — 'Unbe-fuckin-lievable!'
i actually experimented but only for a night or three. after a few days of Hunter and me sleeping together all night on the sofa, i went back to the bedroom and my huge comfy bed, the oak platform Daddy bought me back in 1991. no dice — he came in after i called — as usual — looked up at me — as usual — jumped up for a second or three —as usual — and then went flying out the door — as per fucking usual. }-(
over the last few years whenever i couldn't get to sleep, i'd take a flashlight and try to find him and the spot he prefers over me
anyway, i took these the other morning before wandering back into the bedroom. y'know — for the record or whatever. here's when i really got in his face.
notice the refusal to meet my eyes — as usual, dammit. anyway, to cut to the chase, all signs indicate i'll be sleeping on the sofa for the foreseeable future
back to Cun- Hunter — LOL, who knew? fuck knows what's in his head and why he won't sleep with me in a vasty bed like a normal kitty but shit, i'd rather give up Daddy's oak bed and the bedroom and have him sleeping with me than not. yes, i know i'm crazy but thanks for the reminder. i do have my lucid moments but — praise Jebus — they're not often and that in itself, is a whole 'nother story for a whole 'nother time
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