Playing games
Rocky and I have this game that we play.
He has the habit of sleeping right smack in the middle of my bed, and rather than push him off when I make the bed in the morning (or whenever it is that I wake up), I go about it like he's not there, draping the folded blanket across the bed and on top of him.
Then we sit and wait. We play our game of Who Gets Scared First.
I count to 20, and if he gets out from under the blanket before that, I win; if he stays there by the time I'm done, I rescue him from fear that he'll suffocate, and he wins.
It's something that we've been doing for as long as either of us can remember. I'm still not sick of it, although I think he could be; he almost always wins these days.
The best thing about this game is that even though I suck at it, I still love playing it every single day.
He has the habit of sleeping right smack in the middle of my bed, and rather than push him off when I make the bed in the morning (or whenever it is that I wake up), I go about it like he's not there, draping the folded blanket across the bed and on top of him.
Then we sit and wait. We play our game of Who Gets Scared First.
I count to 20, and if he gets out from under the blanket before that, I win; if he stays there by the time I'm done, I rescue him from fear that he'll suffocate, and he wins.
It's something that we've been doing for as long as either of us can remember. I'm still not sick of it, although I think he could be; he almost always wins these days.
The best thing about this game is that even though I suck at it, I still love playing it every single day.
posted by Laughingcow at 1:54 am
2 Comments:
maybe it's cos his senses are not so acute anymore and he doesnt realise?
give him a hug for me..
Yes, I know -- that was kind of the point. ;)
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