My mom used to come into my room open all the widows so it would be cold and then take my covers and leave the room with them. I usually assumed a highly compact foetal position and try to cover myself with the pillows. It was horrible, but it worked for a while. That is until she started letting the cat in my room. And let me tell you, that little motherfucker would sit in the middle of the goddamn room staring at you while meowing like there was no tomorrow. Not wanting to give up the sweetest last minutes of sleep i would throw pillows at that little fucker until i was left there cold and bitter, without covers or pillows, and a screaming psycho who feasted upon my misfortune. That is when i would usually got up and started my day.
Damn! I sure miss my cat :(
My mom would throw off my covers, tickle me, let the pets in, stretch out my arms, persuade me with food, and start singing. I know where my terrible singing voice comes from....
Damn! I sure miss my cat :(