Groundhog or Bed Hog?

by Etude, mischief and cuddlecat

Tomorrow may be groundhog day but let me tell you this.  We have a more pressing matter than whether the groundhog predicts another 6 weeks of winter or not.  Much more pressing.  What could be more pressing than that you say? Well, let me tell you.

We have a bed hog in our abode.  Yes, someone of the people persuasion, name withheld to protect the guilty, who takes over our sleeping spaces... and at the most inopportune times.   And she's sneaky.

Lately, as you all know, she's had a physiotherapist coming in to loosen up the ligaments, tendons and muscles in her shoulder.  AND they have taken over our afternoon napping space to do the physio.   The physiotherapist has a  'bed' she can bring for this unnamed person to stretch out on but does she?  NO! 

You ask why?  Well, we've asked that too and here's the answer.   This bed hog says there is no need to drag and lug and haul this massive thing from her car up the elevator and down the lonnnnnng hall when there is a perfectly good automatic bed  to stretch out on... especially when it can be raised and lowered to suit the needs of the physio. And, the exercise must be good for her too, don't you think?  Keep her in shape for the therapeutic manipulation?

Can you believe it?  No, I agree.  It is so selfish of the bed hog person because that means we, sweet loveable and sleep deprived kitties get turfed to the floor.  Yes, turfed!  Unceremoniously, I might add.   And for a full 45 minutes each time she visits.

Do you see how that cuts into our nap time... Major sleep deprivation!   

Not only that, she (the bed hog) insists on taking it over every night for 7 - 8 hours.  No taking turns, no giving us a break and sleeping on the sofa for a night.  No consideration whatsoever. 

What's that you're saying, bed hog?    No!  16 hours a day of uninterrupted bed time isn't sufficient for our needs.  Our internal clock demands 22 hours of sleep, 1 hour of pets and cuddles and 75 minutes for meals.  That is more hours than those in a day and so we are 15 minutes sleep deprived to begin with.  To be bed deprived too is unconscionable  abuse. 

Here she comes with another excuse...

Repeat that Grammy?  Oops.  Ignore that last sentence. Repeat that bed hog?  

When the physio is working on your shoulder we hop on the bed and interrupt?  Well, of course we do.  Someone has to tell her that she's interfering with our well-being.  That she's abusing our hospitality.  That we are sleep deprived and *whispers so bed hog cannot hear* and starving!  Falling down faint starving!

I tell you.  Those two... the physiotherapist and the bed hog are cut from the same cloth... both unmerciful abusers of 3 generous, lovable and considerate cow kitties.  No, not Mousie.  Scamp that she is... she makes a headlong dash to the livingroom to take over the sofa for herself.  Says it's the only time she gets uninterrupted and undisturbed by us sleep.  The little traitor.

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