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Caturday Pootie Diary: I sing the blanket electric [1]
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Date: 2025-02-01
"Are you sure you don’t want under the blankets?” I asked, concerned that he was cold.
“No,” he said, curling into a tighter ball. We were in my bed, getting ready to sleep.
“It’s so cold, though. It’s warm under the blankets.”
“Human, no.”
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I got up and took two steps to my bedroom wall and the electrical outlet there. Shivering, I felt around with my foot on the floor beneath the outlet until I found the button to turn on the electric blanket that was made into my bed. The button glowed with a dim, blue light telling me my bed would soon be warm.
I dove back into bed and under the blankets. Freddie was still on his side of the bed, still curled in a tight ball, conserving his body’s warmth.
“Freddie,” I crooned. “It’s going to be so warm.”
“No blankets,” he said.
I sighed.
I woke, an unknown amount of time later. I was very warm and my sheets were very soft. But my bladder was full. “Shoot,” I muttered. I didn’t want to brave the cold but knew I didn’t have a choice.
I threw back the covers, only remembering at the last second that Freddie was probably in the path of the blanket tsunami. “Oh, shoot!” I said again. I picked up my phone and turned the light onto the bed.
To my relief, the blankets had just missed him.
He blinked up at me. “Bright,” he said, squinting.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, dropping my phone on the mattress, screen down so the light was banked. “I have to pee,” I added, not really fully awake.
“Go find a litter box,” he said on a yawn.
Litter box used, I climbed back into bed, sighing in pleasure when the warmth from the electric blanket enrobed my body. “It’s a very cold night, Freddie,” I said into the darkness.
“Cold,” he agreed.
“You should get under the blankets with me.”
“No.”
"Freddie,” I whispered.
He didn’t respond.
“Are you asleep?” I asked.
After a pause he said, “yes.”
“How can you sleep when it’s so cold?”
“I’m not getting under the blankets,” he said.
Something tickled my face and I opened my eyes, startled. “Freddie?” I croaked.
“Put your arm around me,” he said.
“I’d have to take my arm out of the blankets,” I complained. “It’s warm under here. You should — “
“No.”
“Fine,” I muttered. He curled up against my chest as I pulled my arm out of the warmth and wrapped it around him. My shoulder instantly went numb with the cold.
Freddie started to purr and I suddenly didn’t mind the cold.
Freddie stood and stretched (“goooooood streeeeetch”) and I slipped my arm and shoulder back under the blankets. The warmth felt so good and I sighed with the pleasure of it. “Where are you going?” I whined, as Freddie walked to the edge of the bed and jumped down.
He didn’t answer me.
“You’ll be back!” I called after him.
He was back. He climbed on top of me, his signal to me that he wanted to be petted. I obliged.
“Good,” he murmured in appreciation.
“Your fur is cold,” I observed.
“Cold,” he agreed, closing his eyes.
“You should get under the blankets,” I said.
“No,” he answered.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Freddie won’t get under the blankets with me but I always hope he can feel the heat of the electric blanket when he lies on top of it.
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