imagine my surprise when, after several months, i began experiencing periodic multi-hour periods of sleep immersion. i was panic stricken. eventually, as oliver got older and more experienced with methods of rescuing himself from the inherent dangers of sleep, i relaxed. there was more fear later when i worried he would crawl all the way over me and fall head first on to the floor without even remotely stirring me from slumber.
last night, i reached an all time sleeping high. or low, as it was.
when i began to pull myself from the bedcovers with the third coming of the alarm, i noticed a strange smattering of individual cat kibbles on the floor next to my side of the bed. it was curious. had one of the cats been trying out a momma cat maneuver by gently carrying a mouthful of babykibbles by the scruffs of their kibblenecks and depositing it way over here on the floor? i wasn't sure. then, i noticed it: one of the cats had thrown up on me during the night and i hadn't even flinched.
fortunately, i was sleeping under the bedspread and three blankets.