Last night I woke up Lynettea in the early morning around 2 pm, by springing on the bed.
She says I am too big to sleep there and she doesn’t appreciate the way I check whether her toes are somewhere under the blankets. So she told me to go out.
I was almost out the door when she started to shut it. She says she didn’t see that the door caught something in the crack until I screeched.
She said she was very very very sorry and checked me by feeling me all over and sat with me in the loungeroom for a while.
This morning she said she was very very very sorry.
I am sleeping in my mock furs on the bed this morning. I still feel very wary, although not quite as upset.
