We introduced Biggie to our house on Christmas 2011 and it’s taken him until about now to get adjusted. He’s a nervous guy! We don’t know what his background is. Only that he was found outside. So when he spent the first six months of his time with us nervously pacing at all hours and not sleeping well, we didn’t know what to make of it. Over time, he’s calmed down. And I think we can officially say that he’s relaxed.
Too relaxed.
Biggie’s schtick is to snuggle up in bed as close as possible to the human he loves the most at that moment. Usually Wonder Boy. But when he decided I’m the target, he goes crazy. Like many cats, Biggie likes to sit on a high perch so he can show dominance and keep a lookout on his surroundings. If I sleep on my side, my hip is the highest point on the room. So I guess it looks like a perfect place to sleep? To rest 20 pounds of dead weight?
All night long he’s purring his head off and getting really close to my face so that when I open my eyes, I see this.
I don’t know what time Biggie decided to get affectionate last night, but at 5 am I woke up feeling nauseous and having a big cat walking all over me. When I officially woke up around 7, I still felt nauseous thanks to a bad night of sleep.
So today, even though I’ve been off coffee for about six weeks, I am relying on this.
And for some reason, I keep getting John Mellencamp stuck in my head…
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