layla, my guard cat

When I woke up today, Jake asked if I'd felt Layla on top of me in the wee hours of the morning. "No...well, what do you mean?" I imagined Layla neatly curled up next to me, with her head on my hand or my arm. Thats what the darling often does. That image was split to pieces at this:"You were on your side and she was laying on TOP of you, balanced, and staring at me. Giving me the evil eye. She was, like, lording over you."

The thing is, we moved into our new place about 3 months ago and kicked Layla out of the bedroom. She's been muscling and conniving her way back in ever since. Any mere moment the door is left open, she and I make eye contact and then she BOLTS into the room and under the bed. Its a game we play.

When she senses bedtime approaching, she is especially watchful for an open opportunity to hide herself away in our bedroom. Then, we go unsuspectingly to sleep and she can crawl happily in beside unsuspecting me. I have to admit- I think its funny that she's holding a slight grudge at Jake for stealing sleepy-cuddle-time. As long as she stays clear of our pillows. No cat butt on our pillows, please.

This whole thing is also really no wonder. Scrolling through my Photo Booth pics this is what you'd find- evidence of my most consistent companion while I write or research:

Maybe she's just been guarding me all along. My little guard cat.

[Funny Side Note: Layla is actually JAKE'S cat. She came to live with me back when Jake and I were just daters, and her allegiance shifted. She does love Jake though.] [She really does.]