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Caturday Pootie Diary: Blanket season again [1]
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Date: 2023-11-11
Reclined on the couch, watching a movie but half asleep, I shivered a little. The back door was open mostly out of habit. It had been so hot for so long, opening it and keeping it open was automatic.
But it wasn't hot anymore.
I shivered again and swiveled my head, looking for my favorite lap blanket. I spotted it immediately right where I had left it; folded neatly and laid across the back of the couch. “Ah ha!” I said, mildly surprised to find something where it was supposed to be. Trying to move as little as possible, I reached out for it and pulled it down toward me.
Freddie suddenly appeared next to me. “Blanket?” he asked, shaking his tail in excitement.
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“Yeah,” I said, tugging it toward me. “It’s a little cold.”
“I like that blanket,” he said, trying to climb on it as I tried to pull it to me.
“Freddie — “
“Sleep on it — “
“You have to give me a minute — “
He started making biscuits on it before I could get it near my lap. I snorted a laugh. “Can I please get it over me before you settle on it?” I gave it another tug and it finally came free.
I pulled myself up a little straighter and picked up the blanket, looking for the corners so I could unfold it. Once I figured out where the short end was, I shook it loose so I could drape it over myself.
Freddie climbed on my lap, sitting on the not-quite-unfolded blanket.
I sighed. “I need you to move. Just for a minute.”
He laid down, tucking in his paws. “Blanket,” he crooned.
“Alright,” I said, picking him up and setting him down next to me. He squawked in outrage and immediately tried to climb on my lap again.
I stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Wait. Like a minute.”
“Blanket!” he demanded.
“Let me get situated. Then you can lie on me and the blanket as long as you want.”
He sat back, seemingly placated.
As fast as I could manage, I lifted the blanket and flung it out over myself. It floated down over me and covered my legs, leaving my feet bare. “Shoot,” I said, bending down to fix it.
Freddie pushed his way onto my lap.
“Not yet!” I said, pushing him with my forearm.
“I waited already,” he said, fighting me with all his weight.
“Just let me fix it so we can both be comfortable!”
We made eye contact and froze our struggle.
“I don’t really need you to be comfortable,” Freddie said.
I gave him one final shove, then quickly bent down to fling the end of the blanket over my exposed feet. Leaning back, I smoothed the blanket over my lower half.
When I looked over, I saw that Freddie was sitting on the cushion next to me, watching me. “I’m ready for you now,” I said, patting my lap.
“Well, now I don’t know if I want to,” he said.
I gaped at him.
“Just a minute ago you couldn’t wait to lie on this blanket,” I said.
“Then I had to wait,” he shrugged. “So maybe I changed my mind.”
I shook my head at him. “You are such a cat sometimes,” I said.
He lifted a paw and gave it a slow lick, not breaking eye contact with me.”
I rubbed my face, suddenly really tired. “Will you please lie on the blanket with me?”
He climbed over my hip and made himself comfortable, stretching out between my knees. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said.
I laughed, and gave his backside a quick rub.
I felt Freddie stretch his arms out, a sure sign that he was heading toward deep sleep. His claws sank into the furry material covering my feet, but not too deep. He was just making himself feel secure.
I shifted a little, slightly uncomfortable. The big glass next to me had been full of water and was now empty. And I could feel that.
“Freddie,” I whispered. “I need to get up.”
He didn’t so much as twitch an ear.
“Freddie. Freddie, I need you to move. I have to get up.”
Nothing.
“Alright,” I said. “I’m sorry about this.” I pushed the button to lower the footrest. Freddie didn’t move until his head was almost totally aimed at the floor. He stood and leapt gracefully to the floor.
I threw off the blanket and rushed to the bathroom.
Business handled, I walked back to the couch, intending to get back under the blanket and the kitty.
Freddie was asleep on the floor, curled up on my discarded blanket.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! It’s blanket season again, and Freddie could not be happier!
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