Last night I went to my bed safe, sane and sober shortly after the NY Islanders blew their playoff chances in Philadelphia. I got under my piles of ratty blankets for some sleep and in the dark the momcat Mister Mittens jumped into my bed. She noodged the left side of my head with her face before flopping to my left and ramming her rump into my left hip. I petted her a bit while she purred herself off to sleep.
This morning I woke up in the dark at about 5:45 a.m. I woke up on my right side and there was a momcat to my right pushing her face into mine while tapping my left cheek gently with her right paw (claws in). When I made a move to get out of the bed that cat leaped over me, hit the floor and galloped downstairs to sit by her feed dish. I served breakfast for her and her 6-year-old kittens after peeing and moaning.
Before Aqueduct got going today I put my snow boots away and found an old sweatshirt in the closet that was all loaded up with BO from last summer and fall. I flung it onto my bed for the next trip I do for laundry. The momcat showed up for some afternoon sleep upon my bed. I have several grey zip-up sweatshirts but she rolled up into a ball on this one and last summer's
Parfum de Stink .
The momcat can lay her ears back and hiss while flashing claws and fangs but after almost seven years in a good home off the street she understands that her human flunkies like her a little bit.
She likes the scent and stink from the guy who fed her when she was a pregnant street kitten: