The Loneliness of Another's
Ok you little Miss "afternoon romp with a man with whom I share a bed" thanks for the rubbing of the love of the heavenly nap in my face. Let me describe to you, and y'all, my sleep experience. Very comfortable bed, yes. I love the city light cast through my horizontal blinds and the hum of the downtown traffic at night. I am just settling down to sleep alone, thinking: "Jeez, some sex would be nice one of these days" when WHAM! I am pounded on by a cat, attacking my feet whenever they twitch a half-millimetre. Then finally, cat settles down on my pillow. KABOOM!! One cat is attacked by another and there is meowling, wrestling, clawing, and hissing beside me. That fades to a low growl. In the morning I am woken up to my right (not left, always right) arm being mauled by little cat's extra-sharp claws (you should see my scarred and mutilated arm). When I tuck myself completely under the warm soft sheets to escape, all I can hear is "meow. Meow. MEOW. MEEEEOOOOOWWWRRRRR" cause someone is going cuckoo for catfood.
THAT'S MY FREAKIN' BED EXPERIENCE!!