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Cat General => General Cat Chat => Topic started by: Pinkbear (Julie) on July 17, 2007, 12:10:27 PM
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You know that little bit before you are awake, but you know you must have made it through the night? :scared: Well, this morning I became aware of a tight, crushing feeling around my chest. I tried to take a deep breath and couldn't! :owwww: :oh noo:
A little further awake, I realised I was soaking wet with sweat. :what: Was it flu? Had I been stuck down with a mystery case of Lassa fever in the middle of the night? :ooops:
Nope! Managed to open my eyes in terror, and what did I see? The Jumpster curled in a perfect ball on top of my sternum! To make matters worse, the 'sweat' was in fact drool! :drool; :drool; :drool;
Thing is, I have absolutely no awareness of him climbing on top of me. :Crazy: :scared:
But at least I'm not dead :yayyy: :yayyy:!
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:rofl: I get that and a tongue licking my nose just after cleaning the Nasty Bits too. Which probably means we will come down with some dread disease at some point :evillaugh: :Crazy:
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That's brilliant.
Smoke decided to sleep on my pillow last night so I had to move over to let her on it and I kept breathing in fur.
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That's so funny Pinkbear... should I laugh???
Rupee & Narla get right under the duvet, even down as far as legs & I stay awake just if fear of suffocating them!! Soooooooooo tired!
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: I just love this site, it never fails to make me laugh
thanks Angie xxx
PS also woke up with a tightness in my chest, Max has took to creeping in the night and using me as a cushion :rofl:
obv diet not going as well as I first thought :P
Could we use this as a form of loosing weight due to crushed ribs, sweats etc so cant move, if we cant move we cant eat....................................
no oh well back to Paul McKenna book and CD :evillaugh: :evillaugh:
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A specialist (human) dr once ticked me off for letting cats get into my bed. He claimed that cats can be trained not to. I told him he may know a lot about medicine, but nowt about cats :)
Personally I think you know when Kitty is getting a bit overweight when your legs go numb within a few mins of purring visitor arriving and straightjacketing you under the duvet.
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Yes, anyone who thinks they can train a cat are welcome to my bunch. :evillaugh: But the Jumpster did go through a phase when he was a kitten. He drove me mad playing fetch all the time. :Crazy: We swear he must have been born into a dog owning house. :evillaugh:
Of course, it had to be Jumpy that used me as a mattress. Tilly weighs less than half. :-:
And I had to take two showers because I keep imagining the twinkle of dribbing running down my neck. :sick: :rofl:
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To make matters worse, the 'sweat' was in fact drool! :drool; :drool; :drool;
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I had a bit of a :sick: moment myself last night, I was 'scritching' (think I just made that word up - I would describe it as using your fingers like one of those toy grabber machines you get in arcardes :shy:) Riley's back and sides just as I was dropping off to sleep. He was standing up while I was doing it and all of a sudden I felt a furry lump, I shot up thinking he had developed a fast growing tumour only to realise I was 'scritching' his balls :sick: :sick: :sick:
Edited to make it clear that he moved, I wasn't scritching his balls on purpose!!!
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eww eww eww :rofl: :doh:
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: 'Scritching' quite like that word, think I will make it my word of the day, brill :rofl: :rofl:
Angie xx
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: @ Helen
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Oh Helen, that cracked me up :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
The guy in the office next door to me said he did that once, Oscar was on the floor beside the sofa, and he was stritching him over the arm, i.e. not looking what he was doing, Oscar suddenly shot up in the air as he'd got one of his balls :evillaugh:
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To make matters worse, the 'sweat' was in fact drool! :drool; :drool; :drool;
It could have been worse - I'd have been grateful it was drool ;) ;D
Jaffa likes to lie on top of my legs so I have to provide a diversion by means of hot water bottles, heat pads etc. He likes warmth more than he likes me so he lies beside me on his hot water bottle.
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:rofl: I bet Riley is walking aroung with a big smile on his face !
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:evillaugh: made me laugh that did
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Edited to make it clear that he moved, I wasn't scritching his balls on purpose!!!
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: That's cheered me up :rofl: Only this site can go from thinking you are dying to scritching balls in the matter of posts :evillaugh:
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Im obviously lucky in having cats that dont sleep on the bed!!!
Amber comes for a cuddle before I go to sleep and I wake to find Mogs leaning against my legs but most of the night its just me
Then again I get awul muscle twithces and kick out so they have learnt over time if they join me in bed chances are they will end up on the floor at some point in the night. I mean I frequently do so why shouldnt they :evillaugh:
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love
Tab
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:evillaugh: :evillaugh: :evillaugh: you lot! :rofl:
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To make matters worse, the 'sweat' was in fact drool! :drool; :drool; :drool;
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I had a bit of a :sick: moment myself last night, I was 'scritching' (think I just made that word up - I would describe it as using your fingers like one of those toy grabber machines you get in arcardes :shy:) Riley's back and sides just as I was dropping off to sleep. He was standing up while I was doing it and all of a sudden I felt a furry lump, I shot up thinking he had developed a fast growing tumour only to realise I was 'scritching' his balls :sick: :sick: :sick:
Edited to make it clear that he moved, I wasn't scritching his balls on purpose!!!
Helen your a star :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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I've been laughing all day at the thought of Helen and Riley's bits. :rofl: :rofl:
I told OH, my daughter, old little Ivy Annie ("I'm 84, you know!") from up the road... the whole town is in stitches.
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Poor little Riley's got only a few months of scritching left to enjoy hasn't he? Sorry to mention it! When our's were done, OH walked around looking :sick: all day.
thanks Helen for the laugh :rofl:.
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I've been laughing all day at the thought of Helen and Riley's bits. :rofl: :rofl: I told OH, my daughter, old little Ivy Annie ("I'm 84, you know!") from up the road... the whole town is in stitches. :rofl:
I'm glad someone finds it funny, I felt violated :sick: :evillaugh:
Only a month to go until N-day, I'll be watching where I put my hands until then :sneaky:
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Helen, it could have been worse.
My Tigger used to do a grand impression of a Davy Crocket hat. The times I used to wake up feeling his soft pink bit pressed right against the tip of my nose! :sick: :sick: And sometimes I didn't get up quickly enough before his morning attack of wind. :sick: :sick: :rofl:
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:omg: That is so wrong :sick:
I remember when we first got Tiggy and her brother Benji I saw him washing himself, I thought it was a droplet of blood popping out so I ran to my Mum going 'Mum, Benji's bleeding from his bumhole' (bear in mind I was 10 years old), I was mortified when she pointed out it was his penis :shy: :evillaugh:
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A few minutes ago I was sad but that just made me laugh so much, Thank you ;D
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This is SO funny!!!! :rofl: :rofl:
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Don't feel bad Helen I have a story about Bilbo that's slightly worse and my friends are still giving me abuse about it now (I made the mistake of telling one of my friends and now the whole department knows at uni!) Oh the shame our cats cause us!
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well yes. Pavarotti, who was obsessively possessive of me, used to wake me up to the warm trickling sensation of urine pouring gently down my face and neck. Lovely :sick: