Marilyn, my cat …
Until Wyeth showed up, that is. I don’t think that my dog would ever really hunt him (that’s right, he’s a male cat named after Marilyn Monroe because of his one black spot on his otherwise white face) but she sure does put up a good act.
So, consequently, Marilyn has stayed a bit aloof at night time, wandering in and out of the bedroom in a very stealth-like fashion, at various times of the night. Almost as if he knows that having a pattern of non-patterned visits will throw off Wyeth’s inevitable pursuit. Smart cat. I must admit that there are nights, actually many nights, that I don’t sleep really well because of my fascination with the whole “dance” between my two beloved friends. When I hear Marilyn purr at the door … or feel Wyeth reposition herself on the bed … I find myself lying in anticipation of whether or not my cat will successfully reach his destination – my head!
Yup, he likes to sleep right on my pillow, usually over my head … and, occasionally, in the crook of my arm.
I guess it’s where he feels most safe. And as for me, I’m okay with the whole slumber party thing – my cat, my dog and me.