Clearly Gabby is feeling woefully neglected since Noah's arrival. Typically both cats sleep most of the night, somewhere in our room or just outside the door.
Since the Baby Man's birth, Gabby has taken to sleeping between Mr. Tree and I on the bed, up by our heads. Something she's never done in all her twelve-ish years.
Over the past week though, she's not actually sleeping between us anymore. She just sits there. All night.
Awake. Sitting. And staring. At me.
Edited to add: Today she puked up a hair ball, on my side of the bed, up near my pillows. Definitely not a happy camper.
1 comments:
Creepy, yet funny.
Edited to add: and gross.
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