Some of you are familiar with the Hobo Kitties who took up residence in our garage and the on going tales, here and here , of character development in each of them. So far only one of them, the Princess , has felt comfortable enough to enter our house without quickly scurrying back to safety outside.
This past week or so Princess has decided to stay inside, at least for a portion of the day or night; last week’s cold spell had nothing to do with her decision, enjoying the adventure at every turn. The other morning I woke up with Princess snuggled up to my hand as she worked to gain attention; something not missed by our Senior Kitty, Bubba.
This morning while still dark and at least an hour until the time we arise and get moving, we noticed the massage function on our Sleep Number Bed (not a paid advertisement) had been activated. The Princess had jumped from the bed onto the night stand on Lucy’s side and landed on the remote control unit. The bed began to “purr”, or so it seemed, as Princess came back and stood on top of Lucy, enjoying the moment and joining in the chorus of purring. There’s an automatic shut off after twenty minutes; but Princess wasn’t sure how she’d triggered the event and was content to cuddle until we got up.
Many years ago, before we had kids, on a driving trip to see my folks in Florida we stopped in Tallahassee for the night. That’s a lot of miles for the first leg of a two day trip and mostly we just wanted to crash and get a good nights sleep.
They had one of those “jiggle bed” things; place a quarter in the slot and the bed vibrates for 15 minutes and hopefully by then you’re asleep. Well, we dropped a quarter in the box and lay down; but instead of the bed sending soothing waves of massage to rejuvenate our road weary bodies we could hear the mechanism had come loose from its anchored position, bouncing noisily within the confines of the mattress.
Both of us started to giggle, the suggestive sounds; I’ll leave that to your imagination. We noticed, due to the lack of insulation in the walls of the motel, the folks in the next room had observed the more than active sounds emanating from our room, a giggle here and there.
The fifteen minute timer finally shut the mechanism off and it was time for some shut eye; instead I dropped another quarter in the box, Lucy looked at me with a disapproving eye. Immediately we heard the folks in the next room gasp and wonder how much energy we might have to generate so much activity.
The morning came and we continued our trip on down to my folk’s house. It’s been so long ago; can’t remember if we actually waved to the folks in the adjacent room or whether we simple contemplated the chance meeting. It made for a fun recollection, perrrhaps not a purrrfect night’s sleep; but enough to get me to smile.