How to tell it is cold in Florida
When these three monsters, who do not normally interact very well together, decide to combine their 70+ lbs and pin you to the bed and steal all of your radiated heat, you know it is cold. They are, clockwise from the top right, Oliver, Grey Kitty (who is too stupid to have a name) and Impy. The tiny black blotch at the top is Sophia, who stationed herself in my left arm pit...
posted by Turtle at 1:38 PM
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Yeah, we've been getting the feline pig-pile here at Castle Marius as well. ;-)
This morning was even worse. I awoke with a bladder that suggested it was overdue and would promptly empty itself if I didn't, and attempted to get out of bed.
I say attempted, as my legs were numb and, again, covered by what felt like an 80 lb sack of flour. The only difference is that flour doesn't give you dirty looks when you try to dislodge it...
I had literally lost all feeling from the hips down, so the best I could muster was a feeble rolling back and forth effort that did nothing to the cats other than invoke a "what the hell do you think you're doing?" look from all three.
Mr. Bladder was insisting quit loudly now, so I had no other choice but to reach over and awaken Sheeps, with a pitiful "help"...
She removed the leaden weight from my groinal region and I was able to slide out from under the other two, and, on stiff legs completely covered with burning needles, managed to waddle to the rest room.
I don't even kid myself regarding whom they love better - Mama wins with no contest - but nothing beats Papa for pure heat output... Oy.
Grey kitty is *not* stupid...Grey Kitty is....
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sigh...
OK, GK is not really that bright...
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