I had to get up and out of bed before the anger and resentment kicked in. It’s my bed, dammit! Yet, between the Sasquatch sleeping at the foot of the bed, and the boyfriend, I have no room to move in my own damn bed. So, to escape the escalating negative thoughts I get up and check my email and blog stats.
As anyone who sleeps with a four legged creature knows, their weight when they are dead asleep is 2-3 times their waking weight. So, your average 12 lb kitty ends up as a 25 lb stone sharing your bed. However, Sasquatch’s waking weight is about 28 lbs, so I end up with a freakin’ 70 pound boulder in my bed.
Normally, this is not a problem. He gets one side of the bed, and I get the other. In fact I rather enjoy my bedtime routine with the ‘Squatch. I come to bed, he comes up for a cuddle and a nice hand licking (he’s the one doing the licking, btw) and then he settles down in the bottom corner of the bed. I don’t bother him, he doesn’t bother me. But, when the boyfriend is over, the cat-boulder ends up at the foot of my side of the bed, and the boyfriend ends up in the middle of the bed. So, I end up with half my vertical space taken over by the boyfriend, and the horizontal by a snoring Sasquatch.
Deep sigh. So, I’ll try and remember I happen to love these two highly annoying, bed-hogging, snoring sentient beings and try to generate a bit of gratitude that they are in my life (despite how annoying they are in my bed).