The cat is understandably displeased that I forgot his presence and rolled completely on top of him in my graceless effort to get out of bed this morning. If not for his Mrmph noise, I probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all. He felt like a squishy pillow beneath my rib cage.
Why is it so hard for me to act like a normal person on Tuesday mornings? This is not the first time I’ve rolled over a cat. And I’m sure it won’t be the last.