Friday, December 28, 2012
On these cold dark winter mornings, I awake to the discovery that something has come between the humans in the bed. If I could see, which I can't in the dark, I'd find a face like this one installed inches away on the pillow. Morty has decided he likes the spot where the pillows and bedcovers meet and appropriates it once we've dozed off. I don't even know he is there, unless I reach across, expecting skin and encountering fur.
When I think about it, it makes me a little anxious to find a creature who doesn't seem to appreciate the damage teeth and claws can do ensconced just inches from my face. What if he stretches? The claws come out then ...
But so far we coexist peacefully, Mr. Furry Brain and his human servants.