Freddie jumped up next to me and sat, silently watching me. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Move your leg so I can sleep on your lap,” he demanded.
I grinned. “You want to sleep on my lap?”
“That’s what I said.”
I moved my leg and watched, delighted, as he made himself comfortable. Once he settled, I petted him. “I guess summer is over,” I said, happily.
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“I’m so glad you’re done ignoring me,” I gushed, running my palm along his fur. Freddie tends to retreat from us when the weather turns warm. He doesn’t even spend much time with us in the same room. He becomes an island. An island of one hibernating bear who emerges at regular intervals for food and quick pets.
“Human,” he mumbled. “Sleeping.”
“I know. I’m just so glad to see you again.”
He sighed, deeply.
“I’ll leave you alone,” I promised. “But I missed our snuggle time.”
“Summer is over and Freddie is back!” I sang.
He glared over his shoulder at me.
“Freddie is baaaaaaaaack!”
“Freddie is leaving,” he growled as he got up and jumped off my lap to the floor.
“Freddie will be baaaaaaaaaaack!” I sang at him as he left the room.
I got up to refill my glass of iced tea. Freddie, who hadn’t gone far, followed slowly and sat on the floor at the edge of the kitchen, watching me with sleepy eyes.
“Wanna cuddle on the couch?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, simply.
“Yes!” I said.
As soon as my backside hit the couch, Freddie was climbing into my lap. Once he finished draping himself over my legs, I resumed petting him. “Did you know you’re a good boy?” I wondered
“Yes,” he purred.
“Because you’re a very good boy.”
“I know.”
“You’re always welcome in my lap, you know.”
He opened one eye and looked at me. “Why wouldn’t I be welcome?”
“You would always be!” I insisted. “You make sitting on the couch so cozy and relaxing!”
His eyes closed again and he grew heavier as his body relaxed.
“It’s time to go to bed,” I whispered to the sleeping cat on my lap.
“In bed,” he murmured, giving a little sleepy stretch and hugging himself before relaxing again.
I gently poked him. “Come on, best friend,” I said. “Let’s go stretch out together and sleep.”
“Already sleeping,” he said, refusing to open his eyes.
I jerked my leg, forcing him awake. “Hey!” he yelled, glaring.
“Let’s go upstairs!” I said, happily.
I wasn’t sure he’d come upstairs with me; he hadn’t for months. But as I walked up the stairs, he followed right behind. It was all I could do not to dance a happy little dance.
It might scare him.
Especially after the kicking incident.
He waited patiently while I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then jumped on my bed as I lay down. He immediately climbed on top of me.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I said.
“You told me,” he said, with a slight eye roll.
“We’re going to sleep so good,” I assured him.
“I always sleep good,” he pointed out.
“Freddie’s a good boy, Freddie’s a sweet boy, Freddie’s my boooooooooy!” I sang, quietly, running my fingers through his fur while he slept, curled up next to me.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to go sleep on the floor,” he said, eyes closed.
“No, you won’t because it’s not hot anymore,” I countered.
He sighed. “That’s true,” he said. “Now sleep, human.”
“I think this is why Fall is my favorite season,” I confessed to him. “Because you hang out with me again.”
“That’s a good reason to like it,” he agreed.
“Yeah. That and all the ghost stories,” I added.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! To be honest, Freddie is not back to sleeping all night in my bed. It’s cooled off, but not quite enough for that. He is seeking out my lap again, though, so nighttime snuggles are not far behind.
