Pigs in a Blanket
I love our electric blanket.
It’s the kind with a controller for each side. That way Mr. AP can have his heat setting and I can have mine.
Granted, we always seem to have it on the same number!
The controller goes all the way up to 20.
We’ve never gone past 2.
Well, we’ve tried 3 once or twice but we both agreed it was like sleeping in the Sahara.
Nope, 2 is just fine and toasty warm.
Well, that is, until Squeaker decides to sleep on me.
Explain me me exactly HOW a little 8lb ball of fluff can put out enough heat to make me go into stroke?
She likes to curl up on my stomach or the crook of my arm.
I’m usually asleep when she does it.
The first indication that she has taken up residence is my dreams.
Suddenly I’m bound and trussed like a holiday turkey and the natives are chanting wildly.
I’m sweating profusely as I realize I’m about to become the main course of an ancient volcano God!
About that time I’ll wake up to find myself drenched in sweat and on the verge of heat stroke.
As I move about I find a fluff ball on top of me emitting enough heat to warm a Tri-state area.
How the heck does she put out that much heat?!?!?!?!
Add her Kitty Torch like abilities to my already warm and toasty electric blanket and you’ve got the makings of a S’mores marshmallow roasting fire.
And boy howdy does she squall when I push her off.
It doesn’t really matter though.
Like the little kitty ninja she is, she waits until I’m asleep and the whole process starts over again.
Nobody sleeps ON me, but Yoda likes to sleep behind my knees and Misha likes my feet. Misha’s not bad, but Yoda is like your little furball of fire… lots of heat out of that one!