Oh, how I wish I could teach orbit how to tell time. That's not asking much, is it? As much as we love this old fart, his shitty sense of timing can get very, very annoying at times.
I'm a hopeless early riser, even when I don't want or need to be, but there are times when- and this morning was one of those times- I'd really like to sleep until at least five. Is that so much to ask, ORBIT??!!
Even at his age a lot of what he does is "cute", and one of our favorite things is his habit of head-butting. We usually get at least one or two a day each, and he's learned that he has to head-butt one of us (usually me, sorry honey!) before he can settle into his favorite spot between my wife's legs for the night. This morning, for whatever reason, he needed a head-butt fix somewhere between three thirty and four, and when he gets something in his head he becomes extremely determined.
We'll take whatever "cute" we can get out of him at this point in his life, but at that hour it's a little difficult to think "cute". He kept going back and forth between (and over, and around and back again) us on the bed, alternating head-butts against our foreheads and noses. I don't know if he was trying to tell us something (I often find myself wishing he could talk- life with him would be so much easier) or he was just feeling particularly loving. Whatever the reason, it was hard to get back to sleep, even after HE settled comfortably in my lap and nodded right off, almost at once soaking his paw and the comforter with drool.
I have to be at work in about two hours, and, as with every other day, I have to be productive. I'll start out bristling with energy as usual, but by lunch time I'm sure my ass will be dragging, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, ORBIT!
But I LOVE you! This qualifier is something my wife and I throw in after insulting one another, usually in jest (right?) Like, "...you're an idiot, but I LOVE you!" "You don't know what you're talking about, but I LOVE you!" You get the point, right?
I'm sitting here trying to tie this up and thinking about breakfast, and orbit's in the bedroom all nice and curled up next to my finally-back-to-sleep wife, in the nice warm spot I left when I got out of bed.