The Scratcher in the Night

It happened again.  That's right, another exciting adventure in the dead of night.  I'll start at the beginning.  I was slumbering in my usual precious manner.  I was quietly dreaming of soft kitties, warm kitties, little balls of fur.

Suddenly, the world was shaking.  The bed was moving about violently.  I didn't know what was happening, was it an earthquake?  That's when I looked over at Robyn.  All of the movement was happening under her blanket.  At first I was worried she may be having a seizure, I was honestly concerned.  But then I looked closer.  Her whole body wasn't shaking, she was just moving her arm about wildly.

Then I listened to the sounds.  She was scratching the bed next to her.  She was doing it with great vim and vigor.  Now that I knew what was happening I was no longer concerned, just very perplexed.

I watched in fascination for probably a minute or so.  Finally, she stopped and asked. "How was that?"

"That was really good.  Excellent work."

But that's when I realized, she was probably dreaming about scratching my back.  Can you believe it?  She was scratching my back in her dreams.  She was doing it with incredible gusto.  That is love.

A good scratch right in F6 is a sign of true love