Last night I awoke in the middle of the night to find this sight hovering literally two inches from my face.
Cinnamon had crept up into the sleeping loft, into bed, and onto my shoulder without either I or Kimble noticing. From her perch, she peered down intently into my face until I woke up. It was… unsettling.
The second problem being, it was The Wrong Cat. Kimble has control of the bedroom loft. The old man slept on, oblivious to the intruder. Cinnamon spent the whole night delirious with joy at sleeping under the covers. I had a fitful night’s sleep, waiting for a cat fight to break out on my face at any minute.
They are pretty good with each other, but I didn’t want to see what would happen if Kimble stepped on her in the middle of the night by accident.
Eventually I got up and went down to use the bathroom, and Kimble came along (as he often does) and a few minutes later Cinnamon came downstairs as well. This time she was content to sleep in the Cinna-Cave for the rest of the night.