Down here in the South, we wait patiently…..and sometimes not-so-patiently…..for a refreshing bit of cool weather. We tire of saying: “Oh boy, it’s gonna be another hot one!” We yearn for our sweaters, our vests, our mittens, our socks. We want to turn on the heat. To cuddle. To say things like: “BRRRR. Cold enough for ya?”
Winter arrived with no real seque from hot to cold this year. And with the sudden arrival of cooler weather last week, I was awoken from a deep sleep early one morning by a burrowing, heat seeking body. Not to get too graphic here for you on a Sunday morning, but frankly, I was a bit surprised. We’ve shared a bed and many other things for years now but this was something new.
He was under the covers for obvious reasons. To spoon, caress, purr sweet nothings. I was delighted and thoroughly enjoying our petting and mutual pleasures.
Then The Mister sneezed.
Cats never, ever get used to sneezes. It scares them to their marrow. And so with that abrupt and unwelcome explosion, Oscar flew out of from under those cozy, warm covers, hissing and screeching. Claws and fangs fully exposed, ready for flight or fight.
A few puncture marks and scratches notwithstanding, it was still a lovely way to start the first chilly day of the season.
Picture of pre-sneeze contentment thanks to anglocath.blogspot.com/