I also accepted delivery of a new contraption I purchased as a desperate attempt to get a good night's sleep.
No, it's not for me, it's for Barney!
Yes, the above little blighter who looks like butter wouldn't melt? HE'S A DEMON! A GIANT STOMPER-DEMON!
Basically, if he wakes up in the middle of the night and decides he's quite like some attention, he demands it! From me! Usually between 3-4am. How does he demand it? Well he jumps onto the bed and walks over my chest.
Barney is not the lightest kitty on the planet. In fact, he's far from it. So as you can imagine, having a portly puss parading over your ribs/chest/shoulders is rather painful to say the least.
It's only me he does this to, by the way! Not Paul...oh no...can't disturb his darling Daddy's sleep, can he.
So I bought him a self-heating bed. Basically it reflects the body heat back out into the fleece, so it's so snuggly warm he won't want to move. Excellent idea, right?
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I think it's safe to say he likes it! I had to sprinkle it with a little catnip to initially get him interested, but now he's a fan!
He is a handsome blighter, is he not? I heart my Barnacle!