Making the bed or
Cats and Other Household Pests

For those of us who have cats you’ll understand this next story.  Let’s start with my Beloved.  David is a messy sleeper.  He’s active and when he gets up in the morning the covers are in complete disarray.  He likes to stick his feet off the end of the bed, which untucks the sheets helping to cause said disarray.  Me, I’m the opposite.  I can get into bed, sleep all night and wake up the next morning, get out of bed and barely move the covers.  I don’t like my feet stuck out.  The bellsnickle will get my toes.  It’s not a good thing.

Needless to say, we have to remake the bed every day.  Well, I have to remake the bed everyday.  I like tidy covers.  David doesn’t care.  But he loves me, so he helps me remake the bed.  Well tonight my Archimedes was in full blown play mode.  Those of you who have cats know what is coming next.  Everything was a toy.  My toes, fingers, my shirt… everything.  So I pulled the blankets and quilts off the bed and left the sheet and Archimedes on the bed.  Getting the bedding off the bed was a treat.  Everytime I would pull one piece off, Archimedes would jump on it and ride it to the end of the bed, biting at the covers.  And then try to bite at my fingers as I pulled him off the covers.  I tried to get Archi off the bed… but it was like trying to keep a piece of styrofoam at the bottom of a pool.  Not happening.

Archimedes & the Sheet.  So… I pulled up the sheet and the cat, because… well, I would have had more luck stopping a nuclear reaction than getting Archimedes to stop helping me make the bed.  Archimedes grabbed and bit and kicked and just generally had a whopping good time as I tried to pull the sheets up to the pillow.  He managed to get under the sheet at one point.  Every little move of the sheet was another joyful grab from under the sheet.  Paws & Claws and Teeth.  Finally… step 1 complete.   Next came the small comforter.  And more play.  Archi just had a blast.  Sliding under the comforter, grabbing my fingers, biting my fingers, biting the comforter, just more general cat fun.  So much fun.  And the of course, when the comforter stopped moving for a minute… out popped the little black furry head with the look of, “Hey, I’m not done playing here! Keep going.”

Well 3 throw blankets, 2 quilts, a down blanket and 15 minutes later… the bed is finally made.  With one rather large lump dead smack in the center.  I guess I could have made it easier if I didn’t trace some circles on the bed with my hand.  But Arhicmedes was having so much fun.  So all of you out there who have a cat and have made a bed… you know what I’m talking about.  You know how much fun the cats have with making the bed.

And that was that little adventure.