Strange bed-fellows

My current "bed-mate" is somewhat of a nuisance. I call him a bed-mate because, really, that's all that he is. We're not lovers because, frankly, I don't want that degree of intimacy with him. He's not my boyfriend because I don't feel that way about him. Nope. We just sleep together. And even if we did want something more, it really wouldn't work out. Inter-species marriages aren't really endorsed by anyone these days. I'm refering, of course, to Logan the temporary cat.

Logan was particularly pest-ish last night. He decided he wanted to not only sleep on my bed, but share my pillow as well. So he curled around my head and settled his massive kitty bulk on my hair. Which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't pin me in that position and if he didn't snore and weren't so close to my ear... Eventually I managed to yank myself free and roll over. Unfortunately, in the microsecond during which I lifted my head, Logan seeped down to take over my entire pillow. Luckily I managed to convince him he'd be happier on the spare pillow than as my pillow...

He tried this same stunt again about an hour later. Crazy kitty.

Then this morning, he wouldn't kill the annoying fly that was buzzing around my room and keeping me awake. Instead, he tried to kill Floyd again. I don't know what's up with these floricide attempts of his. Hopefully they'll stop. I don't think Floyd especially enjoys it, and I certainly don't approve of always having to clean up his soil... Oh well. Oh well.