This morning I was sitting and knitting, thinking my ball of yarn was in the chair with me when all of a sudden Boots came flying across the room and stopped right under my feet. I began feeling around in my chair for my yarn, already feeling certain it was on the floor.
I got up to get it from him and he looked at me like . . what’s your problem?
He is so much company . . until he isn’t.
Yesterday was one of his days to sleep all day but yet he wanted to go to bed when I did so I let him in and that lasted all of about 15 minutes. Did I tell you about the crazy dream I had the other night? Forgive me if I’ve already mentioned this. When we go down the stairs, we’re heading out to the downstairs shop. Then we turn left and go into the family room. There are two recliners, side by side with a little table between them, and a sofa , and a TV and a few other things. I dreamed that I went downstairs in the middle of the night and there were two men I didn’t know sitting in those two chairs. Now, every time I go down there late at night, I’m afraid to look over at those two chairs but I have to walk right by them and even when I don’t look at them, I keep waiting for someone to say something to me. I am such a chicken.
So, at about 1 a.m., I ran downstairs and walked very briskly past those chairs, put Boots in the sewing room, closed the door and went back to bed.
Today he’s being a crazy cat. He just jumped up in the chair, bit me on the arm and took off. He can be sweet but he can be a devil too!