Tuesday Morning at 3AM

Our sweet angel of love, my faithful feline companion and nurse, the tuxedoed Princess Coco just HAD to wake me up at three fucking AM. I was in my sleeping nautilus pose when she strolled up, demanding that I unfurl and assume the corpse pose so's she could sit on my chest and receive a zillion pats. I attempted to ignore her. I kept my eyes shut tight hoping she'd come to the conclusion that I was utterly, hopelessly asleep.

Nope, our bright kitten was NOT buying it. So, yeah, I rolled over, she climbed on board and I told myself 'I'm only indulging her because she has cancer and our days together are numbered.'

Then I decided to be all honest with myself—I have never succeeded in faking Coco out with my no really, I am SO asleep act. NOT ONCE. Also, in our 15 years together, I have yet to deny her the lovey-dovey affection she totally deserves, no matter what time she allows she's in need.

 Yes, I'm a cat lackey—SO?!