oatmeal

I am eating some oatmeal in bed with a cat. I am not sure it is even still morning but I am having breakfast. She is pawing me and purring really loud. The dogs are on the floor pouting because they are no longer allowed to sleep with us. This was a decision we took a long time to make, even though it was fairly obvious for a while they were "coming between us" at night. We are snugglers. We don't usually stay snuggled like spoons for the entire night, but there is always either a foot touching, or holding hands or something for most of the night but we generally start out like that.  So the dogs were really starting to mess with my snuggle style. Another thing we finally realized was it is impossible to get a good nights sleep with a dog in bed. Two furry bowling balls weighing down the covers or under the covers and stretching out horizontal in a full size bed with two regular sized adults. No way.  And another thing, they get little occasional doggie skid marks on the comforter and sheets. This is gross and John washes the sheets constantly anyway, sprays Lysol all over the place, remakes the bed, it just became a hassle to have them in bed.

We made them a bed underneath my mirrored dresser thing, which has no chair and which I do not use for putting on makeup, so there's this cave shaped area between the two little sets of drawers, under the desky part with the TV on it, and John calls it the Wolf Den. They are supposed to sleep under there, they are sleeping there now. It is warm and cozy and has plenty of room, a big soft doggie bed, a squishy couch pillow, AND a matching little couch blanket I don't use on the couch anymore because the kids got Silly Putty stuck in the soft fluffy fibers. Even with all this comfort and luxury, Patchy still spends large amounts of time padding from one side of the bed to the other calculating her chances of staying in bed if she jumps up here. Last night she actually was under the bed at some point. She was also on my legs at some point this morning and I picked her up and flopped her further down to the foot of the bed because I was mostly still asleep, but really  I should have shoved her back under the blanket in the doggie bed. This is why I am not a great parent, I'm lazy and inconsistent. If I am asleep I am less likely to actually get out of bed and carry a dog across the room, which isn't even that far.

I hear Sadie growl at her at night, ever so softly growling like a little meanie, so if Patch is prowling around I usually pick her up and plunk her down in there anyway and tell Sadie to shut up. I cover Patchy up because she likes to be under the blankets, plus if Sadie attacks I figure the blanket would be good protection. I know for a fact they share the same teensy kitty cat bed regularly, so I'm not sure where the growling is coming from. They don't argue much in general.