Last night, I lovingly curled around my cat in bed.
"Ruuuuucy...." I crooned.
I layed very still, how I do, to make sure that Lucy wasn't disrupted enough to get up and leave.
I'm not sure why I do this, since to get her off my lap when I'm on the couch I have to stand up, tip her sideways, and dump her screeching nest of claws off of me.
But anyway, when I'm going to sleep I need her and so I am very careful not to offend.
So there I was, lovingly curled around her, when she jumped up next to my face.
Which means that for the preceeding 20 minutes I had been lovingly nestled around the wadded up bedsheet.
Sigh.
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