Man, last night was a long one. Yesterday the Woman started feeling not-so-good and by bedtime she felt like krap, which meant I had to spend the night purring on top of her. I let her up once to pee, and while she was up she went into the kitchen to get something to drink, and I got kind of excited because she grabbed a can of stinky goodness...but, she wasn't going to feed me, she was just putting it on the table.
When she puts a can of stinky goodness on the table, that's to tell the Man that she's sleeping in and if he would be so kind, would he open it for Buddah and me? Only she's probably not thinking it as nicely. In her head it's more like, "Feed the damn cats, all right?"
So she went back to bed and I took a few minutes to eat some crunchy food and then use the litter box, but then I went back to purring on her. It must have been doing some good because when the clock thingy said 2:45 she said, "You're such a big help" as she tried to roll over.
You know, she could have said, "Max, I need to roll over. Could you move for a moment, please?" but no, she just started moving, which meant I either needed to hop off or get squished. I hopped off, let her get settled, and then hopped back on her.
"Yeah. Thanks."
At least she was polite and appreciative about my efforts.
She slept really late this morning, and even though the Man had fed us, I figured I'd better wake her up before it got to be afternoon. I mean, she'll need to be able to sleep tonight, plus, I was afraid she would wet the bed. I woke her up for her own good.
But man, she doesn't look good. She looks like... well, it's probably in your litter box, if you want to see.
I need to go take a nap. She might need me again tonight.