Mistaken Identity.

I was rudely awakened at 5 AM this morning by a flick to the head. When I asked Rick why in the hell he had done that (after a brief interval of crying, because seriously, one minute I was dreaming and there was a little conflict happening in my dream anyway, and then the next I was flicked in the head, and my sleepy emotional state couldn’t cope), he said “In the dark, I thought your head was the cat.”

Wait, what?

Apparently, I had been talking in my sleep and said “Hey!” pretty loudly. This woke Rick up, and in the darkness, he misinterpreted and thought the dark shape on the pillow was the cat, sitting on my head. Because my head, it is cat-shaped. And because Rick doesn’t like for Freddie to be on the bed, he flicked. This is generally a surefire way to get the cat off the bed. Except when he’s not actually flicking the cat, he’s flicking my head. That’s just a surefire way to make both of us miserable for the next few minutes.

Tonight when he gets home, I will draw visual aids to make sure this never happens again.

Natalie

February 5th, 2009 at 4:13 pm

OH my gosh!! that is too funny!!! You should also flick him in the head just so he knows!!

evilsciencechick

February 5th, 2009 at 4:51 pm

I once dreamed that I was trying to smack a rat with a frying pan, and in the process I actually WHACKED Kev on the head with my hand. whoops!

grace

February 5th, 2009 at 9:06 pm

One time, B had come home late and went to lean over me and give me a kiss. I had been asleep, but the movement woke me up. I thought he was a robber or something, screamed and pulled the sheets over my head. To, you know, hide.

If you draw diagrams, share with us, k?

Necia

February 5th, 2009 at 10:06 pm

Bwahhhhhh, that was a good one Twin. Shai hates for the cats to be on the bed too. Im glad he has mistaken my head for 1 of them. Too bad our kid cant say the same. Poor boy almost went flying when he crawled in our bed during the middle of the night.