The Cover Piggie
When I went to bed last night, it was cool but I left the window open a dite anyway and snuggled in for the night. Sometime in the wee hours, unbeknownst to me, the planet was plunged into an ice age the likes of which have never before been seen. I woke at 4AM, freezing cold and covered with only a wee corner of the top sheet. The fur beast was all coiled up at the foot of the bed in a nest which consisted of every stitch of bed linen except for the aforementioned sheet smidgen...and he was shivering.
I wheedled and cajoled until I finally convinced him to reluctantly leave his spot and come up the bed, commando style on his belly of course, until he was next to me. Up to that point, at least his tummy had been warm, but that ship sailed quickly as his underside made contact with the fitted sheet which was stiff and had a thin rime of ice on it. Oh, the groaning and moaning! You would have thought he was a 90 year old man! He looked at me forlornly. Yeah, cold up here isn't it? Wonder why that is? I snagged the big puffy comforter and whipped it right up over both of us. He gave a huge oh-thank-goodness sigh and re-coiled, nose to tail, underneath. I got up at 6AM. He's still there.
He may be a monumental cover piggie, but I'm letting it go today. I have to take him to the vet at 2PM for tests to see what's wrong with his boo-boo leg. He's been limping for a month now and it's no better. So if you have a minute, I'd appreciate if you could send some healing thoughts to him today. He thanks you too, but he'll still steal your covers!
I wheedled and cajoled until I finally convinced him to reluctantly leave his spot and come up the bed, commando style on his belly of course, until he was next to me. Up to that point, at least his tummy had been warm, but that ship sailed quickly as his underside made contact with the fitted sheet which was stiff and had a thin rime of ice on it. Oh, the groaning and moaning! You would have thought he was a 90 year old man! He looked at me forlornly. Yeah, cold up here isn't it? Wonder why that is? I snagged the big puffy comforter and whipped it right up over both of us. He gave a huge oh-thank-goodness sigh and re-coiled, nose to tail, underneath. I got up at 6AM. He's still there.
He may be a monumental cover piggie, but I'm letting it go today. I have to take him to the vet at 2PM for tests to see what's wrong with his boo-boo leg. He's been limping for a month now and it's no better. So if you have a minute, I'd appreciate if you could send some healing thoughts to him today. He thanks you too, but he'll still steal your covers!
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