Part of me hates to admit it, since only a decade ago I would have considered the whole idea disgusting, but Dr. Lobo and I often sleep with at least one cat.
There’s something really sweet about a small, furry animal curled up next to me. It reminds me of those days of “the family bed” when at least one precious baby shared our sleeping space. Actually, except for those times when they crawl across your body, cats make better sleeping buddies than babies or toddlers, since they tend to stay in one place without moving for long periods of time. If there’s one thing cats do well, it’s sleep.
This week, I’m welcoming any or all of my cats into my bed. Like most places across the country, it’s cold here. Temperatures have stayed in the teens or low twenties, with some dips into single digits. And of course in Oklahoma, the wind comes sweeping down the plain, driving those wind chill temperatures below zero. Baby, it’s cold outside!
Yes, cats can be a bother. They hiss and chase each other through the house. They present dead mice and birds to us. Worse, they bring wounded mice and birds into the house, where they bat them around and chew on them before moving in for the kill. They leave hair everywhere.
One cat follows me and cries for food every time I walk into the kitchen, even if I fed him five minutes earlier. That same cat, who happens to be my favorite in spite of his many faults, snores. Yes, snores.
Still, on these frigid nights, I adore my cats. I’m almost tempted to adopt a few more.