Thursday Kitteh Blog (07/02/2009)

This is the story of the bed that took 3 hours to make. Now, I wasn't always a daily bedmaker, but for the last few years (actually since my divorce) I've gotten into the habit. This is for a couple of reasons. First, I think that it's so much more restful and comforting at night to slide into a bed that's made, where the sheets are smooth and soft and cool. Am I right? The other reason is more psychological. Even if my room is otherwise a mess (and it is a fair amount of the time including now), when the bed is made, it's like an oasis or an island of calm in a chaotic life. Believe me, I need that oasis sometimes. Plus it's a good place to sit and knit.

Most days, the cats aren't in my room in the morning when it's time to make the bed. But on days like Sunday (when these pictures were taken) and I'm washing the sheets, they're just fascinated by the bare mattress. They want to sleep and play on it while the sheets are in the laundry. And then when I want to put the clean sheets back on the bed, they want to "help," usually by planting themselves in the middle of the bed and refusing to budge. Since I was also working on Sunday, after a while (after getting Stash out from under the fitted sheet), I gave up on the making for a little while, and let them do their thing.


Doesn't she look comfy?

Meredith senses the camera and wakes up as I snap the picture, but she had been sleeping, too.

Eventually I got smart, went out into the kitchen, and shook the can of Pounce kitteh treats, which they love. They came running, I gave them a couple of treats each, and then I walked very quickly back here to the bedroom, shut the door, and made the damn bed.

This is Meredith's gift to the clean sheets. Not 5 minutes after they came out of the dryer, there was cat hair entwined in them.