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| RUDE AWAKENINGS |
| Well, Sailor here and also on the floor again. Let me explain. I used to sleep with Mom on her bed. I didn't start out that way, but somehow I ended up that way a little while ago. Now, don't get me wrong; I love being with Mom, but sleeping on all those duck feathers is a little too warm for me now that I have my gorgeous winter coat. AND Mom sometimes hogs the bed. I know she doesn't mean to, she just kind of sleeps in the middle and I have to curl up somewhere not in the middle. That's OK because I really love being scritched in the middle of the night and I can smell when she wakes up even before she opens her eyes. And when Zoe sleeps over, Mom's bed really gets crowded. Zoe's quite the bed-hog! Anyway, all this bed business came to an abrupt end a few nights ago. There we were, the ducks were fluffed up under us, Mom was lawn mowing, I was asleep, the owl was hooting, and Mom decided to roll over. Big mistake. Now this is not a problem usually, but the night was warm, the comforter was not comforting, and I rolled with her so as not to get too snuggled and overheated. BAM! Scrabble, scrabble! What a rude awakening! "Sailor, did you fall out of bed?" I heard Mom ask. She sometimes overstates the obvious. "What am I doing HERE?" I asked myself. Myself didn't answer. I spent the rest of the night on my fish blankie on the floor. It was cooler there and I don't think you can fall off of the floor. So the following night nothing would persuade me to UP onto Mom's bed. Mom says she understands; I get to sleep on the floor, Mom gets the bed all to herself unless Zoe comes to stay, and the owl will go on hooting. Owls never fall out of bed. Sailor the landlubber for now |
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