I am going to speak for myself here, not with any medical knowledge or any knowledge whatsoever of whether it is healthy to let my mama and papa sleep with me or insist that they go into another room and find a place to sleep that does not disturb my very important slumber on my down comforter on top of the double bed in the bedroom.
Okay, okay, their bedroom.
BUT…
I overheard our friend, Lily, in France who had come to visit mama and who is an amazing woman with knowledge about all sorts of cures and answers for health problems that do not entail doctors and medicines and radical solutions—I overheard her saying that people of her generation (she is 84 but incredibly young) believe that sleeping with a cat near you can actually help arthritis. Well, maybe it is the warmth, which is good for joint pains, or maybe some magical kitty vibration settles itself while you sleep from the kitty to the sleeping anthro and who is to say that that does NOT happen?
I have noticed that when I have let mama sleep with me, she is calmer, more relaxed when she’s sleeping. I think they both feel that I am watching over them as they sleep, but quietly and gently (since I am completely knocked out myself!).
So I let mama and papa sleep with me and I love it. I come in when they are going to bed and settle myself right between mama’s knees and put my little adorable head on one of her legs and go out like a light. Many parents wish their little anthros were like ME, I can assure you.
Plus mama says (along with her friend, Kate, who knows everything) that sleeping with cats is one of the great pleasures of the world, along with the feel of a child’s skin or the smile from a little grandchild who is pleased with something that just happened, or the look that papa gives mama sometimes and her look to him, both of which say, “I just really love you so, so much” and if sleeping with kitties feels like that, then go ahead and do it.
Of course, not howling, self-centered, rambunctios, restless, neurotic kitties—only well-behaved kitties.
Like me.
See, I don’t bite–I bathe!
Sleeping with cats is a most important medicine for all! Especially for our hairless apes. They indulge in too much anxiety, so for us to allow them to sleep with us is not only generous it is therapeutic!
Our ape uses a stethoscope to listen to us purr sometimes, it helps her feel better and the sound is apparently deafening through the stethoscope. Other apes laugh at her for this, but we think she is wise.
Science has proved that the cat purr can make broken bones heal faster too.
Our purr is the harmonic of the universe!
We salute you Loulou!
Gerry & Mungo
Hiya LouLou!!
Love your blog thingy! We tuxies must stick together. Unfortunately, ever since the “Dresser Vase Massacre of 2011”, I am not welcome in the two legger’s bedroom after midnight. However, I still occasionally manage to hide well enough that they forget to put me out. On these rare occasions, sweet chaos prevails. With your permission, I would like to post a link thingy to your blog thingy on my blog thingy.
Headbonks,
Cujo
P.S.
Tell your male two legger that I greatly admire his work on my namesake’s movie!
Yes, please do associate me with Cujo Cat–I think we make a great pair, and the massacre sounds oh, so familiar. Mama found all of her panty hose on the floor this morning after I had ransacked her drawers–haha, no pun intended. Thank you for putting me on your blog. You are on mine.
Mommy had a cat who would come and purr her to sleep every night, and when she was drifting off, the cat would jump down and sleep in her own bed. I of course lay by her shoulder, but I leave way before Mommy falls asleep.
QUINN