N is for Neverending Nights of Nothingness

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Nada. Nothing. Nobody. Nary a piglet in sight. Honestly, I am beginning to wonder what sort of mind games Olivia is playing with me! Last night as I snuggled into my sleeping bag on piglet watch once again, it started to rain rather hard. Over the roar of raindrops on the roof of the truck cab, Iago’s (the barn cat) wailing was so piteous I could not resist and let her inside.

I was as stretched out as possible on the back seat in the cab and each of the dogs had staked out a front seat. When the cat arrived, our peaceful arrangement went to he!! in a handbasket. First, Iago visited each of the dogs, purring and chirping and rubbing her head against their faces. This is a peculiar kind of torture from the dogs’ perspective – they know they are not allowed to chase the cat and inside the cab, there is hardly room to turn around, never mind play tag.

After she had tormented the dogs, Iago crawled into the back with me and plunked herself on my head, purring and cuddling. This was too much for Tuulen, whose jealous tendencies are legendary. He leaped into the back seat and squeezed himself behind me. There followed a licking war. Tuulen licked the cat, the cat licked me – each tried to be cuter and more cuddly than the other so I would stroke only cat or dog, but not both.

Iago sat on Tuulen’s head so she could have better access to my face and stop him from talking to me. He protested by pushing her out of the way and trying to wriggle out from behind me and onto my pillow… He is far too big to fit on my pillow, particularly when that space is being defended by a determined cat.

Meanwhile, I was getting pretty desperate for sleep, so I burrowed under my sleeping bag and left them to fight out their turf war somewhere above me. Eventually, after both had fallen off me and the back seat a couple of times, they each managed to stake out an acceptable bit of territory and fall asleep.

I must say I was toasty warm, but man, oh man – what I would give for a decent night’s sleep in my own bed!! Come on, Olivia! Deliver!

5 responses to “N is for Neverending Nights of Nothingness

  1. I would not have been able to put up with their antics. ‘Out into the rain you two!’

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  2. Not sure whether to laugh with you or cry for you….what an adventure! You wouldn’t trade it for anything though, would you? Or would you?

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    • There are times when I wonder… One night in the truck – kind of fun. Two nights… I’m feeling sort of heroic… Three nights I’m definitely on the grouchy side… Heading into night number four, resigned and weary. What could I possibly want to trade all this for? A warm bed long enough to stretch out in and roll over without falling on a jack and some electric fence sticks? Hmmm…. Don’t want to think about this too much.

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  3. Oh lord it sounds like some of the nights I have in my bed with all out dogs and the cat. I sure hope Olivia delivers soon too cause too much of that can be grouchy days for you not to mention a pain in every body part possible. Looking forward to the next post!

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