My Cat is Making Me Fat

I woke up early this morning to work out before heading into the office.  The second I turned my lamp on and laid back down to check messages for a second (and was actually reading an email from a fellow blogger – the hilarious Jell-Jell from I’ll Sleep When Their Grown), Teddy came running into the room like a cheetah, announced his presence roaring like a lion, pounced on my bed like a panther and promptly claimed territory in the nook of my arm.

Cat in one hand, camera over my head in the other. Certified CRAY CRAY CAT LADY.

Typically Ted has to be carried to bed (he doesn’t like his paws to touch the ground), so I was immediately suspicious of what he’d done while I was fast asleep.

Guilty of something my furry friend?

Then I realized he wanted to admire himself in the nearest mirror like the Wicked Queen in ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,’ (I don’t know where he gets it), which is why he waited until the light was on to get in bed with me.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who’s the prettiest of them all? (I can assure you it wasn’t me at the ass crack of dawn this morning).

I tried putting a pillow over my head to go back to sleep with the shining light on, as I was up an hour and a half before I needed to be – and couldn’t go back to sleep because I felt guilty that I wasn’t working off the wine from last night.  I tried to move just so in the hopes that it would piss Teddy off and he’d leap from the bed.  All the wiggling just made him nestle in more.

Going somewhere?

I stayed put until our ‘normal’ time to get out of bed came around.

That wine sure looks good on my hips, Ted.

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