The cat hisses and runs
across the bed, running right over Shannon’s face. I know she was sleeping, I
lie very still in hopes she wouldn’t wake up. Then I hear in a very sleepy
voice “Hey, you didn’t need to scratch my face. Ggrrr”
***
I can’t believe that I’m in
bed at 9:30 reading Moral Courage; this damn ethics class is going to be
the death of me. I feel like I haven’t learned anything yet and the stupid
class is half over. I think this class will be an easy A though. Man I don’t even
know what I just read. My eyes just can’t stay open any longer.
***
“Bailey get off my pillow, no
you need to move” I whisper. She just looks at me. So I give her a little push
still nothing. Then I start pushing her off my pillow and then she gives me a
little bit. Hell no cat I’m the boss of my own bed. So I give her a light slap.
***
My whole body is shaking the bed, I can’t control my
laughter. When I finally get it under control, I look over at her and it starts
all over again.
To me, the link-up between ethics and slapping the cat makes sense (no, I don't judge or disapprove of you slapping the cat, but it might be a question for an ethicist.) What doesn't make sense is the last graf--no way can a reader figure out what happened--is Bailey sitting on Shannon's head? Is Bailey making notes for you in 'Moral Courage'? No way to tell!
ReplyDeleteNow I go back and read that last paragraph I can see how its a little confusing. This is one of those moments that you keep reliving in your head and it makes you laugh over and over.
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