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Blap! Tuesday, Jan. 29, 2008 - 2:08 a.m. Thought I'd do an Unconscious Mutterings this week:
The Memes List link is to the left. --- Solange has gotten into the habit of bapping me with her paws or nipping at me whenever it's my turn to sleep in the bed. I understand that I'm the interloper, but the standoff has been keeping me awake. Finally, late yesterday afternoon, she bounded up onto the bed, landed on my legs -- and discovered that I'm warm under her feet. I had been laying on my stomach, reading, and she settled down to sleep on the small of my back. This reminds me of a story dad told me a long time ago when I was a little kid. My parents also used to have a Siamese cat, named Big Sam. Once upon a time, dad was laying on his stomach, on the floor, propped up on his elbows, studying for his college classes, when Big Sam crept over and climbed onto the small of dad's back and settled down there for a snooze. Mom was also in the room, using the table to lay out a shirt pattern. After awhile -- Blap! Dad farted! According to mom's eyewitness testimony, Big Sam sat up, sniffed the air, then he began scratching and pawing Dad's pants and shirt-tail in an attempt to bury whatever it was that had made that awful stench. Here in the present-day, Solange then tunneled, and I turned her into a Big Blanket Covered Kitty Tickle Taco and we worked things out. --- I think that's it. Have a nice Tuesday. ---
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