*12:20 am, turn the light off, pull the covers up, close my eyes to goto sleep. feel like I’m being watched – open my eyes – the cat is now sitting on the bed, staring at me*
“Hey there.”
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m not! I was looking out the window and you’re in the way.”
“Well stop it. It creeps me out.”
“Okay.”
*shuts eyes. still feels like I’m being watched. Open eyes – cat is sitting there, staring at me*
“Seriously! Knock it off! You’re creeping me out!”
“What? I’m staring out the window! You’re just in the way!”
“Whatever!” *turns over, closes eyes. feels like I’m being watched. Open eyes – cat is now on the opposite side of the bed, staring at me*
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Staring at me!”
“Dude – I am so staring at the lamp -behind- you! Is it my fault you’re in the way?”
“Knock it off!”
“Sure, sure – whatever you say. Hey, seriously though, now that you’re up – wanna play?”
“. . .”
