The Spoiled Cat

When my cat is not catapulting off my bed (I'm so punny), he's claiming my property as his own. Not everyone's property. Mine.

I have a blanket known as Comfy Blanket. It has a name. It's that important to my well-being. This blanket spent a week with me in the hospital, cuddled children under it, and traveled everywhere with me. It even went on my Honeymoon. If I'm spending more than an hour in the car, it goes with me. The hubs will even put Comfy Blanket in the truck before anything else. It's that important.

I'm an adult with a blankey & I'm not ashamed. I am Eddi & I carry a blankey with me.

Enter Watson the Cat.

Every morning I am woken up with nibbles. The nibbles are accompanied by purrs. My ear, my calf, my toes, my fingers, my shoulder...whatever he thinks tastes good shall be nibbled. Until I wake up & pet Watson. He climbs all over me while I sit & pet him. I dare not try to go on the computer while he needs his loving because my fingers will be nibbled. This is his way of grabbing my face, turning it towards him, and saying, "Lady, I need you right now. Love me." If he had a way to grab my face & a voice, he would just do that. But he doesn't so I get nibbled.

After I give Watson the Cat my undivided attention for whatever amount of time he deems appropriate, he jumps to the end of my bed and grabs my Comfy Blanket. Seriously. I don't make this up. He pulls it over himself with his paws.

After he bathes with it, he falls asleep.

I checked for a pulse. He only appears to be dead. See? He rolled over.

His feline male bits (what's left of them anyway) got cold so he rolled over & covered them. Or he knew these pictures would become public & suddenly became modest.

I have never allowed anyone else to use Comfy Blanket without me. I let Watson have it though because he's special and can kill me in my sleep.