Strategic noodles

[desperance]

He may be a big cat, with ambitions to be bigger, but there is clearly a physical imbalance, between me and Barry. To be frank about this, I am bigger. Dealing with this calls for strategy on his part.

In bed, f'rexample: he's annexed that half that lies next to the wall, which is the part I actually like to sleep on. I'm fairly sure he knows this, because he is Teh Evil. What it means is that once he's settled, I'm condemned to sleeping on the wrong side, which means sleeping more shallowly even than usual, and waking more often. And so rolling over, turning on the radio, staring into the dark. You know. Wanting to turn the other way into my habitual sleeping-position, but unable. Defeated. Usually when I do this, he flicks a vague ear in my direction; sometimes he lifts his head for a moment, as though to ask for less noise please. No more than that.

One time last night, I woke to find him not curled into his usual contented bagel-shape, but thoroughly stretched out. He is a long cat, but he was at his limit; and he had his forepaws braced against the wall, and his hind legs braced against my hip, and he was pushing, I tell you. Pushing...

Also, banh pho. Vietnamese rice noodles. He likes these, and not only for the flavour. They are long and crisp; when he bites them, they snap, and the ends skitter across the lino floor, and can be chased. And bitten again, and snapped again, and chased again...

Other people walk on egg-shells; I walk on shards of noodle.

Comments

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

I walk on pins and needles. I walk on gilded splinters. Oh-we-oh.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Mm-hmm. Me, I have the Dr John loff; but there's a little essay on Cher's version here (http://funky16corners.blogspot.com/2005/03/cher-i-walk-on-gilded-splinters.html) which is actually good reading...

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

The Dirty Dozen Brass Band version is full of awesome, too.

[julesjones]

You and Barry need to have a discussion on the pecking order in your household. I suggest you take lessons from james_nicoll. :-)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Too late. Far, far too late. We are both of us thoroughly, utterly familiar with the pecking order in this house; there is no discussion, nothing to be said...

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

That feet braced against the wall / back against the human and PUSH thing, that's what Freddie used to do. Hence the Skipper's lament, "Darling, he's so demanding in bed!"