Bootsie is my "cat hat." She likes to sleep on my pillow curled around my head. Sometimes she curls around so her nose is an inch from mine so we can breathe together and other times she rests her head on mine, using my head as a pillow. When I'm not in bed, she usually lays at the foot of the bed looking out the lanai sliding glass doors, watching birds fly by and perch on the railing. As soon as my head hits the pillow, she gets up and arranges herself in the "cat hat" position.
Dear Bootsie;
I love the "cat hat" act, but could you please stop stepping on my hair. It pulls and hurts. Also, no kicking your back legs to stretch them out and hitting me in the face. That's why you aren't allowed on Big Daddy's pillow: He has a medically fragile left eye after 10 operations. Your sister, Midnight (RIP), was very good at cuddling with Big Daddy without endangering his eye.*
She Who Polices the Litterbox
*We never figured out how Midnight knew, but when DH had retina reattachment surgery in his right eye, he had to always sleep on one side to hold the bubble inside his eyeball in the correct position. The bubble holds the retina against the underlying structure until it heals. Midnight would wake DH up if he turned over on the wrong side. Later, when he had the retina reattachment surgery in his left eye, he had to hold his head in a different position. Somehow Midnight knew this and would wake him up if he wasn't in the new position. She was an excellent nurse. It would have been much harder on DH without his little sweetheart. We still miss her a year and a half later.
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