Woken up from my sleep by the muffled noise of something above my head I open my eyes, groan, and reach above my head to grab Munchkin, the cat we adopted after my dearly beloved caught it in the Prison’s workshop, and dump her unceremoniously onto my blanket.  Once again she has woken me up in the middle of the night because somehow she is fascinated by the light on my night stand and likes to rub against it while sitting on the headboard, not caring if it wakes me up or not.  Having finally gotten comfortable again, tightly wrap my comforter around me and hide my head in the pillow, ready at yet another attempt to go to sleep.  Just as I am about to drift off into lalaland, I am startled by 65 ponds of living and breathing canine flesh plopping down onto my legs and feet.  I move my legs in an attempt to make Hunter, the Border Collie Mix, leave the bed, but instead he just moves in between me and my dearly beloved and deposits his mass in the middle of the king-size bed, using a good third of the mattress space and pressing into my back.  Meanwhile Munchkin has decided to go for yet another attempt at my bedside lamp, but not before walking not on the bed but across my body to get to the headboard.  Meanwhile Puck, the Chow mix, awoken from his sleep by all the commotion, turns over and lays his heavy head onto my feet – I assume they must make a good pillow.  I grab Munchkin once again and dump her somewhere near his head, but she decides to make yet another attempt to walk all over me, slamming her head into my face with a loud purr, and working her claws “making biscuits”. 

Resigned and annoyed I grab my comforter, body pillow, and regular pillow and get up to sleep on the sofa instead.

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