So Paris likes to drink from the bathroom faucet.
And the cats sleep on our bed at night.
Around 3:15 this morning, Paris decides he's thirsty.
So rather than walking down the hallway to his waterbowl, pounces on yours truly. Literally. All 13 pounds of him. I must have felt him walking up the bed, because I opened my bleary eyes just in time to see a black blob coming down on me from a height of about 18".
I lay there for about a minute. Shock. Confused. Finally, I decide, "Well, I'm awake. I may as well do what I do every time I wake up at 3 in the morning." So I go to the bathroom, and there is Paris, sitting on the sink, waiting for me.
Purrrrrrr.....A purr, a prance, and a paw at the sink bowl.
Awww...Isn't he just so cute. Not.
Hmmm...it was sort of
this last night.