“What are you doing?” Cal asks, exasperated. “What do you mean?” I evade, sliding my legs around the obstacle blocking them. “You can't possibly sleep like that.” “Sure, I can.” I contort my body into a back-breaking pretzel. Sighing, Cal turns off the light. “You could just move the cat.”
My wife does that. I would just push our cat out of the way. There is plenty of room. Which is probably why our cat sleeps next to my wife. 🤣
Coincidentally, my neck hurts because I just woke up from a semi-nap in an awkward position with my cat on my lap.
Pretzel is a cute story.
Yep, you do-but why? Why do we do that and wake up feeling beat up? Lol