It’s not my fault. Randy looked so cute sleeping next to me on his back, legs askew, tongue hanging out. Yep, only a face a mother could love and I do love him. So I put my hand gently on his head and gave him a small stroke. He woke up.
As always with Randy, upon immediately awakening, he looks confused, like he’s surprised to still find himself on earth. But given a minute to shake the cobwebs out of his head and he’s alert. He’s alert and looking at me to find out why I work him up.
I had no answer for him other than that he looked so cute. He stared at me for a while waiting for what was next, for the cuddling and treats that must surely follow or why did I wake him. And then you see the realization slowly dawning… I woke him for nothing. I disturbed his rest but no treat followed. Then he gave me the side eye big time and tried to curl back up into the small space he’d managed to carve out for himself next to the little runt who, when sleeping, cannot be moved by anything smaller than a tractor. But because I had so rudely awakened him, he couldn’t scootch himself into that space again.
So he heaved himself up with a great sigh, gave me another dirty look and moved to the other side of the bed where there was a lot of room next to me. It’s just that it’s not, for whatever reason, the side of the bed he wants to be on – especially when the little runt has it.
Randy is clearly not amused by my reaction to his late night cuteness.
