How nice it was when the cat slept in the basin! But this is the second night he spends on my head. If yesterday we just fought, and in the morning I woke up with a stiff neck, today everything is much, much worse.
Woke up at night from champing. Someone who was sitting at my head was nibbling something juicy. Who is understandable. But how can you slurp so deliciously?! I jumped up.
“Cat, damn it!?! She hissed furiously.
It’s good that the curtains are not tightly drawn, and I can see Skisey perfectly on my pillow.
“Ur?!” The cat responds muffledly, looking askance at Sasha.
— What are you eating there?!
“Sleep everyone!” Sashka said menacingly, it seems, even in a dream.
— Ururu muru! — I don’t know anything, this crazy one woke me up!
I sighed, unceremoniously pushed the cat to the center and lay down again. As always, they are my fault!
Just dozed off, champing again. I sat. She felt her hair. Not wet. So it doesn’t bug me. Did they forget to lock the rest of the chicken on the balcony and he dragged them onto my pillow?! I imagined chicken leftovers in my soft blue and white bed and jumped. Turned on the light.
— What do you have there again? — Sasha was indignant.
“Mururu!” the cat scolded, squinting at me.
-Now I’ll give you a hand here! Where are the bones?!
— K..what bones? — Sasha instantly woke up.
I raised the cat. It’s empty underneath. Nothing under the pillow. Under Sashkina too. Nothing under the covers. Bed linen is clean.
“What are you doing?” Sashka asked cautiously, pushing the cat clinging to him a little. Stings ran, furry.
— Yes, he eats something! Can’t you hear him snort?!
“Maybe you dreamed?” He asked carefully.
“Mururu?” the cat asked plaintively if everything was okay with me.
“Great!” I muttered.
She turned off the light and went to bed. She repulsed all attempts by Mazonkin to occupy my pillow and finally fell asleep.
“Muru Ururu!” the cat groaned, trying to nestle on the pillow.
— Well, I do not! Go go!
— Just not to me. Sasha grumbled.
Finally settled down. We are on the sides, the cat is in the center. We fell asleep.
And the next awakening was from heaviness. And champ. The cat, since you can’t put it on your head, sat on your stomach. He lifted his paw and chewed his claws with relish.
“Uuu?!” Angrily boomed when I opened my eyes. Now what don’t you like?
Really!!
The cat was transplanted to Sasha. Of course I was late for work. And of course I didn’t sleep well. One comforts. Vacation soon! Crimea, we’re going!!)))) No, no, don’t worry, we’re without a cat)))
