Yesterday it was balmy and warm. I arrived home from my weekend away at around 5:30 yesterday, and promptly opened up my windows to let in some air. Hope was thrilled. She loves the open windows.<\/p>\n
I fell into a deep sleep at around 9:30, wiped OUT. Windows still open, air still balmy.<\/p>\n
Hope, after a brief waiting period to show me that she is still boss, jumped up on bed, curled up next to me (BUT NOT TOUCHING ME, GOD FORBID) and went to sleep.<\/p>\n
I woke up this morning at my regular 5:30 a.m. It was pitch black in my room. The balmy air had now turned frigid cold. I was cold, sure, but through the darkness, coming up to me from Hope’s furry body, was a sound I didn’t recognize. A kind of jittery clackety-clack, like rolling teeny dice together in your hand. Did she have … something in her throat?? I leapt out of bed and turned on the light, in my freezing room.<\/p>\n
She looked up at me and it was the sound of her little teeth chattering with the cold<\/em>! Her little jaw was flapping up and down nervously, like one of those wind-up skull-heads, her teeth clacking against each other … and it was the most pathetic thing I had ever seen. It cracked my heart. I raced around closing the windows and then scooped her up in my arms, bombarding her with my furnace-level of body heat that I’ve got going on at all times.<\/p>\n She was NOT happy about that.<\/p>\n Teeth chattering in the night? She’ll deal.<\/p>\n But overly insistent closeness? Hope’s not having any of it.<\/p>\n I kept saying, “Hope! Your teeth were chattering, honey!”<\/p>\n I realize that, lady. Could ya shut the window, please? Thanks. <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yesterday it was balmy and warm. I arrived home from my weekend away at around 5:30 yesterday, and promptly opened up my windows to let in some air. Hope was thrilled. She loves the open windows. I fell into a … Continue reading