Kiss the Ragekitty
After spending Christmas at my sister’s, we got back yesterday after the longest journey in the world (it’s not supposed to take seven hours to get back from Yorkshire) to find Ragekitty waiting for us. Even though the neighbours have been taking good care of him, he clearly missed us a LOT because while we went around the house unpacking things, he sat by the suitcases and didn’t move until they were emptied, as if determined to make sure that he got himself packed next time we scarpered.
So after Ragekitty stalked me for the evening, I went to bed and did not shut the hallway door as I usually do because I felt guilty about leaving him and figured if he wanted to snuggle up to my neck in the middle of night, he was allowed. So what follows is my own damn fault…
3am. I am so cosy and warm, happy to be in my own bed for the first time in 5 days and dreaming a rather nice dream where, rather bizarrely, I am also asleep, but this time on a big comfy sofa. Cat comes in meowing and wakes me up, then jumps up onto my chest which is how I first discover that he is cold and wet from being outside, but I rearrange the pillow so that he can settle himself between it and my shoulder, which is where he likes to sleep. At least, that is usually where he likes to sleep.
But no. At 3am this morning he went mental kneading me. Stomach, chest, shoulders… FACE. Yeah, that was fun, and all the while he was leaving little dirty footprints on the sheets; I was convinced that I would have a pawprint on my forehead when I woke up this morning. Then he kneaded me all over for a second time, purring all the while I might add which is very loud in the dead of night, before finally settling into the shoulder/pillow nook as usual, except for one important difference – he was KISSING ME.
Yup, that’s right. He stretched himself from my shoulder down across my neck and chest (which he sometimes does) but this time, after licking my face a few times, he pressed his mouth right up against mine. Right up. If I’d been able to reach my phone, I’d've taken a photo but I lay there for about 10 minutes with my lips firmly pressed together in case he decided to give me some tongue. Ack.
Eventually, he got down and slept on some of my clothes instead but he’s still clingy. An hour ago he sat on my lap and gazed at me for nearly 20 minutes and he hasn’t gone further than the garden all day. I think he may have abandonment issues. So now, as I’m about to go to bed, I am wondering whether I still feel guilty enough to risk further kissing incidents or whether I will shut the hallway door. Decisions decisions.
