When I was a kid we had a family cat who would burrow under my blankets and curl up next to my legs to sleep. However, if I moved even a slight bit she would bite and scratch me. It was kind of traumatizing.
My mother couldn’t get me out of bed, so she just sent the cat, which would do under the blankets and bite my toes.
If I resisted to much though, she would get caring and start to grab my head and lick my hair - always the same place, until it would get sore, and hung over teenager me gave in and still got up.
She would often sleep in my hands at night, curled up under the blanket.
But in the morning, she was my mother’s demon to kill my dreams…
When I was a kid we had a family cat who would burrow under my blankets and curl up next to my legs to sleep. However, if I moved even a slight bit she would bite and scratch me. It was kind of traumatizing.
Had a cat who woke me up that way
My mother couldn’t get me out of bed, so she just sent the cat, which would do under the blankets and bite my toes.
If I resisted to much though, she would get caring and start to grab my head and lick my hair - always the same place, until it would get sore, and hung over teenager me gave in and still got up.
She would often sleep in my hands at night, curled up under the blanket. But in the morning, she was my mother’s demon to kill my dreams…
hold on, hung over teenager you?
Yeah, in Austria we were drinking unofficially sometimes with 14/15, and legally with 16.