[ May 2nd, 2002 at 10:11 am ]

The kitten seems to derive pleasure from viciously attacking me when I’m in bed. Each time I adjust the position of a limb, or roll over, or sometimes even when I breathe, Molly pounces on the comforter where she sees movement. It would be painful were the comforter not an inch thick.

After a recent lapse of interest in this activity, for some reason she has now become more gung-ho about attacking the bedclothes than ever. In fact, this morning before the alarm went off she jumped onto my back from what I could swear was some great height. It really was an amazingly forceful landing, and I had to make an “oof” sound as I woke up in alarm. But I cannot explain how it was achieved since I was sleeping at the time. From where did she leap? I cannot say. If only I could have witnessed Molly’s gymnastics…