Goodnight Pippen

My cat is curled up next to me as I write my entry. It is late and he is patiently awaiting my departure from the family room to go to bed. He likes to have his head rubbed. He enjoys a good scratch of his tummy.

I often refer to him as “the pest.” If I don’t rub his head or scratch his tummy, he will butt my arm with his head, purring loudly. At bedtime, he likes to crawl under the bedsheets. If I don’t allow him to go under the covers, he will lay on my head. He usually does these things at the most inopertune times,z and then it is annoying.

Although he is a pest of sorts, he also is sweet. He is there waiting for me when I get home and he will often follow me around the house. When I am getting ready in the morning, he sits on the counter, watching my every move. He stares at me intently, studying the way I fix my hair and apply my make-up.

As I finish this entry, I will get ready to call it a night. He will follow me upstairs waiting at the end of my bed. I will pretend to be asleep before he sidles over to me. He will gently pat my face and as much as I find him a pest, I will give in to his need to curl up beside me. Good night my sweet kitty.