I fell asleep early last night and with the bedroom door open so naturally, I woke up with a cat on my face when Cristian came up to bed.
He settled himself in the crook of my arm, like how he slept almost every night at the old house, and Cristian asked, “Should we kick him out?” I must have said no because I vaguely recall waking up every few hours and having to move very slowly so as not to disturb the cat. I also realized that I had a rock on one side (cat) and a wall of snore rolling toward me on the other (fiance).
It was around 4am when Captain had a sneeze fit followed by a wheeze fit and that’s when I decided he needed to get up.
I enjoyed the snuggle, yes, but Mommy needs to sleep too, kitten.