So, I'm laying in bed there last night draped on mom's head. My arm is firmly plunked down and resting on her cheek. No prob...right? I can tell she doesn't really feel comfortable though so I am very quiet.
She turned the light out. I took this as my cue to slide down farther, and I laid my head at rest on her temple. She said something like it was as heavy as a boulder on her temple ...that regardless of how warm and adorable it was to have my furred chin and neck with the weight of my adorable sweet headie slung across her face and temple, I was making her miserable and unable to sleep! The nerve! I took offense. She said it hurt. I said be grateful! She turned her head and dislodged my headie, and I had to give up. Kitties, it is hard to bear this meanness from her. But I soldier on.
She complained that she was burning up from the blanket she put on that very morning to keep her warm. WELL????? So tonight she will roll the blanket down and use the sheet and me to keep her warm. Man. I have to live with this!
The woman can't be pleased. That's all I got to say about THAT!
Guess I'll sleep HERE then.