I was jerked awake in the proverbial middle of the night by a blood-curdling scream. What other kind is there? I was already on edge when I went to bed because I had just watched "Don't Be Afraid of the Dark." It was terrifying and pushed all the buttons of my childhood fears of cellars and dungeons and demons.
As it turned out, the scream came from my cat, Ginger Pie, when I rolled over on her in my sleep. I think she sleeps with me for warmth. Aren't all cats heat-seeking missiles?
I have been sleeping with animals all my life. When my kids were small, I used to wake up with all three kids and the dog and cat in bed with us. Such crowding makes it difficult to shift one's position. We had a cat door in our house, and there would be times when I would awaken to find strange cats sleeping at the foot of my bed.
I never really minded sleeping with animals - except for my husband. Only slightly less furry than the dogs and cats and prone to an even louder version of snoring I used to long sometimes for twin beds. Didn't the old TV shows from the fifties depict couples like Ozzie and Harriet and Ricky and Lucy sleeping in separate beds. This was probably done as a nod to the prudishness of the fifties mindset, but maybe there was something to be said for it.
The animal who was my husband breathed cigarette breath in my face all night. If I turned away, he would drape his hairy limbs all over me. He wanted sex both morning and evening. He was insatiable. I used to beg him to find an all-consuming hobby. "I have a hobby," he would assure me as he moved in on me.
There is nothing like living with someone to take the romance out of a relationship. Cleaning someone else's hair out of the bathtub drain can do it or sitting on a toilet in the dark of night with the seat left up.
When I finally get to live in my dream house, it will have separate master bedroom suites so as to allow the romance of a relationship to survive. As for dogs and cats, they're welcome to the foot of my bed anytime.
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Rated for a fellow critter hair breather.
and mine would rather have desert instead of sex hahaha
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
:D
RATED!
Though they don't bother me, my sympathies about the hair and snoring. My ex was very patient about my hair being everywhere but he (and overnight guests) complained about my snoring.
jmac, Yes we are, but we don't purr.
Firechick, Good reasoning.
Linda, As I've said before, I'd love to have your hair.
Tink, Does she ever complain about your loud purring?
Sheila, Easy to rant when it's something you feel deeply about.
Cedar, I think I was allergic to my husband.
l'Huere, You don't want to hear the complaints my husband had about me - like my ice-cold feet.
Gary, I may have just been a bit cranky after having my sleep disturbed when I posted this.
Today I pickup (no P.U. truck) a book. Title: A Perfect Harmony - author: Roger A. Caras.
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It's about the Intertwining of Animals and Humans throughout History. It's unique. Gift.
He wrote: The Cat is Watching
and
A Dog is Listening. Enlightening.
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It's Research in the Course of Human
&
Wild/Domesticated Natural History
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It was a nice free Gift. I was at ACRES.
They are environmental and Agrarians.
He's eloquent. Commonsensical. Wise.
A woman named `Rita wrote To: Art
With Much Love, Rita. Yes. O, Love.
Roger A. Caras is a Professor at the:
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ASPC
He written more than sixty great books.
He lives in my state. Freeland, Mary'land.
Maybe if we Speak . . . We'll wake up soon.
I read a www.cornucopia.org/institute's
News Letter. It's a RED FLAG\concern.
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We people seem to swallow that proverbial
nit/bug . . .
and moan . . .
or gag on the:
Rhinoceros . . .
That's just very
Preposterous.
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I read your Post.
You are serious.
You be a juggler.
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Perform on streets.
Sigh reads: Wake up!
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'Let Good Times Roll!
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No eat Alpo's GMOs
Co Co Puff's cereals
&
No NAP in a foul-
base-human waste-
Dead-FOOL-DUMP!
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Juggle bottles of beer?
Toss 'Dig' beer bottles.
No be 'Fat Tire' drunk!
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I'll donate a six-pack.
I gulp one. You two.
Cat (Fools) lap brew.
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huh
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What wild beast/bass:
depraved human\fool
Folly.
We'll be okay? Let's hope.
No eat honey glazed bacon.
Sip Adam's wine. It's water.
no forget to turn gadget on.
okay
Care
Courage
Tell Fools
They foul
a world up
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Fur is beside the point...
I used to have a bed full of stuffed toy animals as a child and still have to move teddies off my bed to get in. I wake to the sight of a hammock full of fluffy ducks too. You can't beat the warmth and comfort of real animals though.
Have one runty cat, deep sleeper, and I have to be careful when I shift position... Last night, a cool one, I had four cats and a husky. I have to work out a comfortable position off the bat cuz moving later on causes a lot of commotion...
Stim, Isn't it amazing how creatures so much smaller than we are can disrupt our lives - and sleep - so totally.
Bell, I had a rich friend as a kid whose parents had separate bedrooms. It seemed strange at the time, but I think there's much to be said for such an arrangement.
Lea, You're the luckiest lady I know.
Art, Sounds like an interesting read.
Mission, I couldn't survive without my sticky roller thing.
Libby, Glad you enjoyed it.
Linda C, When I had a recent medical emergency, I refused to let the paramedics take me away without my stuffed kitty. It even went into the MRI contraption with me.
Chick, The toe biting is my usual morning wake up call.
Myriad, I guess it's a matter of preference - hair or fur.
Thanks for the comments. I really enjoyed reading them.
Separate beds and a taboo on using the word "Pregnant" which was a big deal at the time.
I hope the hubby doesn't mind too much but for some I suppose the separate beds and suites can still be used.
Let's just say I can relate.
On all levels. : )