Neal and I still haven’t gotten a space heater. No, why would we do that? We wouldn’t want to be warm and comfortable, right? We suck.
It’s nice and toasty at work – except in the very much unheated bathrooms. Every time I peel my butt off of one of the frigid seats, it feels like a teething ring.
We’ve been coping at home at night by turning on the gas oven and leaving the door open, because we’re the poster children for fire safety, and by bundling up in a ton of extra blankets. A weird thing has been happening with that.
Miss Budina sleeps at the end of our bed sometimes, and more frequently lately. I assume she’s trying to keep warm, too. (Mini-story: The other night, I was fast asleep on my back with my legs about a foot apart. I didn’t know Miss Budina was curled up between my ankles, and when I went to curl up on my side, I put my feet together and summarily shoved the poor kitty right onto the floor. She slid right off the end of the bed like a fuzzy little bobsled. I felt so bad, but I giggled a little, too.) Since Neal and I usually sleep with just a sheet and maybe a thin blanket, Miss B isn’t used to the heavy stuff. The first night we broke it out, Neal and I were both awakened repeatedly by a strange, squeaky sound. We could tell it was coming from our lovable family pet, but we couldn’t tell what the hell she was doing. After a few times of shoving her and telling her to cut it the fuck out, whatever she was doing, I realized what I was hearing.
Me: “Neal!”
Neal: “What?”
Me: “You know what that noise is?”
Neal: “No, what?”
Me: “Our precious kitty is sharpening her teeth on the blanket.”
The little shit was using our source of warmth and comfort to gear up for alley cat battle. She’s like a little Braveheart, all preparing to take a stand.
By the way, she's on a diet. This, "I'm just a mangy, abandoned cat" act isn't cutting it anymore, since I walked into a room and spotted her lying on our kitchen chair, and her gut and ass pretty much covered the entire seat. I told her that wasn't the most flattering position for her and told Neal to stop feeding her that rich canned crap. He's finally weaning her from it - I swear, it was harder to change HIS habits than hers. She just gobbles up whatever.
Oop, time for work.
