I’ve gotten used to awakening in the middle of the night with that feeling of someone being with me in the room–besides Michael rhythmically snoring next to me.
There’s many a night I had that sense of being under surveillance, being scanned by someone’s watchful eyes. Now, it’s a very reassuring feeling. I barely open my eyes and simply reach out to stroke Susie’s or Delia’s head who have taken a supine position upon my chest. They have alighted upon me to take sentry for the night.
It’s become as frequent a nocturnal movement as coordinating rolling over or shifting S-turn positions with a partner. I never imagined accommodating two cats into my slumber and now can’t imagine sleep without either one. What I might have labeled eccentric while cat-less now seems as natural as any other part of my day.
Yes, what seems odd from afar takes on a different shape as it draws closer.
What I judge today can change tomorrow.
One never knows when a cat can climb up and curl up next to them in bed.
