Lately, over the last few weeks or months, every great now and then after I am asleep Monk will crawl onto the bed with me. (I go to bed an hour or so before Jut, usually.) When Jut comes to bed, Monk will either a) jump down when he hears Jut coming up the stairs or b) get down after a while and get back in his bed. At first, I didn’t know this was happening. Monk got braver about getting into the bed while I was still awake doing crossword puzzles, and not jumping down when Jut came upstairs to use the restroom or get something to drink.
And then, last night, I woke up around one to the sound of Jut laughing. I reached over for him and realized Monk was in between us, and I was told that he had been trying to get Monk off the bed for several minutes. Monk refused to move, so Jut tried lying down on top of him. Still, no moving. So we turned on the light and I started shoving his bony, angular body while Jut stood up and tried pulling him off the bed. Monk rolled over on his back and started kicking, his pointy knees and giant feet flailing around wildly. (This is Monk’s greatest defense when we are trying to get him to go somewhere he doesn’t want to go–downstairs, for instance, when he knows company is coming. The flop, roll, and flail trick. He seems to forget that we still win this battle every time, but it is An Annoying Battle and also Hilarious. Somehow he morphs into something with eighteen legs that are all impossible to grasp, while he makes a silly face and his bald belly is exposed.)
We eventually got him off the bed, despite the kicking paws and groaning noises he was making as if we were KILLING him, forcing him off the BED and to get on his OWN super SOFT BED that I MADE for him. It took a lot of pushing and pulling and laughing, and we were not at all sympathetic. As he sighed and flopped down on his bed I announced to Monk that we were revoking all sneaky night-time human bed privileges.
I doubt he heard me, though, because he was already asleep.
In other news from this week: Cab appears to be allergic to pollen which is gross but we’re going to the vet (for boarding) tomorrow so they can inspect his poor swollen disgusting nose, I got sent home from work Wednesday afternoon because I felt like crap (and also looked “peaked,” which made me feel like a delicate invalid–you know, the sort who goes home, wolfs down a chicken sandwich, and sleeps away the entire afternoon, and then eats a burrito and a big bowl of chocolate ice cream), work is busy this week but I finalized three things I’ve been working on for a few months, I made myself paint last night even though I felt gross, our elderly neighbor was in the hospital but is back home, we’re going to see the new nephew this weekend, and I need to go get in the shower so I won’t be late for work.
Love,
black sheeped
