Saturday, November 14, 2009

JP had a meeting in Switzerland late yesterday and then slept at the home of some friends . He wasn't too thrilled by the idea, which mystified me. . . and he was mystified by my mystification.
"I like to sleep at home in my own bed. Is that so strange?"

Well, maybe not if you put it that way. But if someone offered to make me dinner and then, on top of that, give me a whole bed to myself, I'd be thrilled.

I typically spend the night perched on the edge of our small bed. I often dream that I'm falling off a cliff or being pushed out a window, which is not really conducive to a restful night of sleep.

To be fair, it's not JP that's the problem. If it was just us, we'd be fine. Cozy, maybe - but cozy is nice. The problem is our two cats. Though I've bought them specially made cushions from the pet shop labelled "cat bed", they seem to like our bed much better. And our room is up in the attic, so there's no door to shut them out. They sprawl in the center of the bed, pushing JP and I off to our respective edges.

And we can't get too mean when we try to shove them off as Mr. D, in particular, would have no qualms about taking his revenge. And I really don't fancy awaking up to a cat peeing on me, so we're pretty circumspect.

Last night, though, there really was a hope of me having the whole bed to myself. That afternoon, I'd had to take the cats to the vet. I'd shoved them in their respective cases (or "Boxes of Satan" in cat-talk) and took them to get their vaccinations updated. By the time we got home, neither of them were "speaking" to me. And that was fine. It had all been for their own good and, with any luck, they'd avoid me for at least another 12 hours- long enough for me to have the bed all to myself.

It worked just as I had hoped. They slept elsewhere and I had a peaceful night on my own, with no dreams of falling. Bliss!

5 comments:

The Pliers said...

Felitations, Madame! At my age a good night's rest is worth more than gold.

And it is a sweet, backhanded compliment, indeed, that your husband would prefer to sleep at home in his bed next to his dear wife, if I do say so myself!;>)

oreneta said...

I would get a door to the room.....I value sleep tooooo much....

Kelly said...

I totally can relate to this post. But, I don't mind sharing my bed with my old cat. It's the 16 month old German shorthaired pointer that bugs me. She jumps up on the bed in the night (unbeknown to us) and sleeps in the middle!

Joy said...

God bless cats! I love all of their idiosyncracies, and their "royal highness" attitudes, as frustrating as they can be. I have three cats waiting for my return... Sigh. I miss my cats. One of those cats used to get mad whenever we left for more than a day, and would knock books off of the bookshelves, a few a day, to express her displeasure. It was the only time she ever went on the bookshelves! I will have months of making up to do before I am forgiven by my cats, I am sure.

I am glad that you had a good, solitary sleep!

Beth said...

Ms. P-
That's true. It's rather nice that he'd rather sleep with me in our country home than loll around in a cat-free bed in the big city...

Rocky- A door would entail first building a long wall where there is none now, so I'm guessing that it's never going to happen...