I was awakened last night three times for CPR.
I sleep pretty well and have been told that I do snore a little when I am tired, alot when I am drunk. I do take cat naps during the day.....when I need to.
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After dinner I'll do a crossword, or pop on the tube, I lay out on the sofa right under the front room windows, nice!
Each time I woke up to CPR, I'd sneak a peek out the window to see nothing, until the third time.
I saw a grey cat walking up the porch, sniff around and leave.
I then knew what was causing the CPR and it's painful consequence, I slept balled up/fetal for the rest of the evening.
OH, what is CPR?
Cat Pounces on Richard.
Ed does his night patrols and climbs on the back of the sofa to push aside the blinds and look for cat that are walking around at night. He knows exactly which windows to go to. Usually a cat just meanders up the drive and Ed runs to the kitchen at the back of the house.
This grey cat was walking on to the porch, taunting Ed to get real excited in that attack cat kind of way, which then caused Ed to jump onto my chest, as if he was starting CPR. Technically he hit me right on the sternum, so he was paying attention in class!
Very startling and very efficient way to get this moron's clicker clicking! Aside from the scare and interrupting a good dream about an old flame, no harm, no foul.
But I did wonder if he was aware that jumping farther South may just make dad mad and hurt him in urological kind of way.
I know this is some kind on penance for some slight of a feline in either this life or a prior one. Either way, I think I have paid my debt to the cats in the world, but, I cannot imagine what would happen if I died in my sleep and someone found me cupping my groin with both hands.
Will someone go the funeral and tell the real story?
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Originally Posted by Thomas Jefferson
Good One Richard.. Yes my babies love to walk all over me in bed too..
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