Fall is great here in California. The best part is the cooler weather. When it’s warm outside, I get too hot if I try to sleep on the bed with Mom. Once it is cool, I can hop up on the bed with Mom and sleep there. . . at least until Dad comes to bed and tells me to move.
Just to be clear, I let Mom pet me for a few minutes, but then I scoot just out of range of her hand. If I don’t, she will keep petting me, and I need my sleep to maintain my handsomeness. Sometimes she is too persistent. I’ll scoot out of range, and she’ll scoot closer and start petting me again. I hate to hurt her feelings, so I’ll sigh really loudly and move AGAIN. She understands what that means, and she usually says something like “Sleep well, Handsome.”
When it cools off even more and we get into winter, I do all of this, and I get off the bed when Dad tells me to, but then I can sneak back up and sleep at the foot of the bed where no one can pet me while I sleep in the comfort of my Sleep Number bed.
It’s perfect that the cooler weather coincides with the shorter days. That’s ideal for sleeping! I really like sleep. Mom says she does, too, but because of her job, she doesn’t get to enjoy it as much as I do. I’ll try to enjoy it enough for both of us.
Sometimes I just need a little more petting than I can get during the hours my parents are awake. Don’t get me wrong, I am always getting petted when I am awake. I have mastered the art of fitting into very small spaces, like the one on the loveseat between Mom and Dad. I do have to nap sometimes, too.
Sometimes though, about 2:00 or 3:00 a.m., I need to get some parental attention, but both of my parents are sound asleep, and just jumping on the bed or nosing them will not get attention I need. So here’s what I do:
- Hop on the bed, making sure to land on at least some both part of Mom’s.
- Walk around a little, making sure to step on a different body part.
- Continue to do this until Mom says, “Atlas, lie down.”
- THAT Is the invitation I need. So then I lie down next to mom so she can pet me. Then I roll over on my back for belly rubs. Inevitably, she will fall asleep again, so I have to move to the next phase.
- Scoot up so that my head is on Mom’s pillow and just enough fur is in Mom’s face to tickle her nose. This will get her to pet my head in an attempt to smooth down the fluff.
- If she gets annoyed, I just tilt my head back against her neck and use the “I love you Mom” look that Mozzie taught me. It works like a charm, just like he said.
- If I decide I need to go check on something outside, when I come in, I just start the process from the beginning.
I think that as long as I’m cute and fluffy, I’ll be able to get away with this.
I never have any trouble sleeping, but sometimes Mom does. She wanted to be well rested for work, so she got a little machine. She says it is a white noise machine. I’m confused. I thought only things I could SEE have colors and things I can HEAR have sounds. How can a sound have a color?
Also, why does Mom like white noise better than purple noise? She likes purple a lot more than white.
Anyway, it’s also confusing because there are many settings on her little machine that are all called white noise. They do not all sound the same. I know colors can be all pretty much the same but be called different things. So could this machine also make off-white noise? Eggshell noise? Would that sound like chickens? Why isn’t the one that sounds like rain called blue noise or something?
It’s very confusing to me. The best thing about that little machine is that I can get on the bed and get petted while Mom listens to it. While she sleeps, I ponder these important questions.