My cat has not gotten over the shaving incident. Of course, it’s not as though his fur has grown out in three days or anything, so I really shouldn’t blame him. I had to get up extraordinarily early this morning, and he must have overhead me talking about it on the phone, because he spent the entire night licking my nose. Oh, that’s so cute, you might say, if you’ve never had a cat lick your nose at 1am when you have to get up in four hours. No, it’s not cute. It’s insidiously evil is what it is.
I was all snuggled up my my blankets trying to sleep, and here’s this cat. He would curl up on one side of me and twirl around so his tail wacked me in the face. Then he would decide that wouldn’t do at all and he would climb over my breasts and curl up on the other side. Do you think it’s comfortable to have a cat stomp all over your breasts? No it is not. Once he started trying to make himself comfortable on that side of me, he would realize I wasn’t paying attention to him so he would lick my nose. Lick, lick, lick. For the love of all that is holy and good in this world cat, I am trying to sleep. Lick, lick, lick. Climb, climb, climb.
I was about to fall asleep at work today, so I finally decided to head home, take a quick nap, and then get a little more work done. All that got me through the drive home was the thought of my warm fluffy bed. That the cat had used as his litter box while I was gone. He’s determined to keep me from sleep. He’s developed this custom hell just for me in retaliation. So, instead of napping, I’m now doing laundry.
It’s just as well I left work though. My coworkers couldn’t stop talking about my shaved pussy. So much for ethics training.