I gave in a week ago, casting all doubts to the cosmos. For the life of me, I can’t
understand what took me this long. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised after
all these years, yet I’m still baffled why I hold back on many decisions, especially at this stage of my life. (Might this also clarify my shortcomings? http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/good-isnt-good-enough-anymore-is-it/)
For years I’ve been freezing my heinie off in this place, and yearning for warmth like a cat craving a heat-generating sunbeam during afternoon sunlight.
I want to shout to anyone who will listen: I OWN AN ELECTRIC BLANKET NOW. In the past week, I’ve played with all its buttons to determine my best comfort zone. Seems to me, levels one to four work only half-heartedly. The last button, high, works like a charm. Oh my goodness—real warmth.
Robin of http://robincoyle.wordpress.com/ asked me recently ‘if the cold weather was making me randy’ (due to another post, tee hee). Sad to confess, in the past week since this purchase, I can’t wait to get into bed. Don’t jump to conclusions—listen. I watch the clock, yawn, peek at the clock again, dive into the covers and giggle. So easy am I!
Note to self: Turn on electric blankie 15 minutes before bedtime.
My kitty, Lady Gaga, has liked me well enough since we met last summer. She’s like a little kid, lively for a bit once I engage her in play, but when I’m out of sight, she comes running for a hug to confirm she’s still loved. Another notable hint about her is she naps like a kid from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. (breakfast having been served at 7:00 a.m.).
From the first time I plugged in the blankie and introduced Lady Gaga. to its wonders, this is the closest to I love you I’ve ever seen on any cat’s secret face.
Naptime the day after the new reveal with no glorious heat as she expected now, Lady Gaga looked quizzical, eyebrows knit together tightly. I saw the what’s-wrong-with-our-new-special-blankie look.
“Sorry, Lady G. It only works from dark until dawn,” I said aloud if only to convince myself.
So, her look said, you’re saving this one for good again—or, does this only mean I’m not good enough?
“Don’t be like that, Lady G. It’s not cold enough yet.”
She peered at me, her eyes half-slits, “Have you considered you might be cheap, or maybe I’m not good enough?”
“Rules, Lady Gaga, rules. We must both wait until dark. Electricity’s a bitch.”