thursday morning: a mini-post

this morning i awoke to tiggy's plaintive cry.  he was hungry.  it was 5:30.  a.m.  so i fed him.  and felt awake.  we'd gone to sleep at 9:30.  ish.  and it felt so good.  both the falling asleep and the waking.  i crawled back into bed and closed my eyes.  had fleeting dreams.  was half-asleep.  then that chubby gray boy cried again.  and this time, it was a different cry.  and i bolted up to find him.  because, tiggy has two kinds of meows.  the 'feed me/pet me' meow.  and the 'the litter box is full and i'm about to pee on your couch' meow.  and this was the latter.  so i called to him.  in a sleepy yet frantic way.  and i went to cleaning the litter.  which was disgustingly full.  and i can't blame him for crying nor for waking me up.  i wasn't even half-finished when he pushed his way past me to pee.  that poor boy.  so chubby and desperate.  crisis averted, i headed back to bed.  as i scootched, i felt b's hand under my back.  he curled his arm, with me in it, and pulled me to his chest.  bliss.  he was so warm and soft and his sleepy breaths nearly put me right back into dreamland.  until his alarm went off.  blasting red hot chili peppers.  hm.  so he got up, showered.  and i slept on his side of the bed.  which was warm and soft and smelled like his skin.  his hair.  it was quite romantic is what it was.  left me with sweet dreams.  left me wishing i never had to get up to go to work.  that he didn't either.

(before bed.  and just plain happy.)