I followed him inside and, after stopping in the kitchen to put my things down, I joined him in the family room. He was sitting on the floor next to the sofa, staring at where I normally sit. “I’m glad to see you,” I said.
“I want to sleep on you,” he demanded.
“Is that all I am to you? A bed?”
He thought about it. “You feed me too,” he offered.
I sat down and started to straighten myself out, but Freddie was already climbing into my lap. I stopped him with my arm. “Let me settle down.”
He sighed impatiently. “I’ve been waiting all day,” he moaned.
Guilt washed over me. “I’m sorry, little guy,” I said, trying to spread the fur blanket over my legs so he had a soft spot. “I have to work. Which means I have to leave during the day. It’s so you can have kibble.
“You should have some kibble while I’m sitting on you,” he muttered.
“How? ‘Or’ What?” I asked, raising my arm so he could board.
He shrugged, made a small circle and plopped down on my thighs.
We both sighed, satisfied and warm.
My stomach growls.
“Freddie,” I said.
He ignored me.
“I haven’t had dinner yet.”
It tightened into a smaller ball.
“You haven’t had dinner yet.”
His eyes closed tighter.
My stomach rumbled again.
I stroked his fur and decided our bellies could wait. It was nice to lie down, covered in my soft furry blanket, with a purring cat curled up in my lap.
Freddie stood up and stretched. “It’s all done,” he said, and jumped on me.
He was gone.
Some time has passed. I fed us both and settled down to vegetate in front of the television. Freddie jumped next to me again. I turned my head to look at him. “I want to lie to you,” he said again.
“You were lying on top of me and you left.”
“I want to lie about you again,” he said.
I laughed and reached out to press the button and recline my seat, giving him enough room to stretch out. He immediately took advantage of it. “You’re terribly cuddly today,” I observed.
He didn’t answer, already asleep.
The top of my left foot started cramping. “Ouch,” I muttered, trying to stretch it out without disturbing the cat. I slowly straightened my leg. The new position offered some relief, but Freddie started to stir. “No, go back to sleep,” I hummed. Having her on my lap was like an absorbing relaxation and I didn’t want to lose that.
Freddie sat up and yawned. “Ended?” He asked.
“No! Don’t go. Stay.”
He got up and stretched (“Biiiiiig stretch!”) then turned in a circle. I held my breath. Would he stay? Would he leave?
It collapsed into a graceful heap in my lap.
“I love you, Freddie,” I said.
“I love sleeping,” Freddie said.
Happy Saturday, Peeps! Freddie and I plan to spend the weekend napping on top of each other. That’s one thing our pootie friends are good at.