Okay, not really, but it makes a catchy title?
Anyway–the Hop Against Homophobia is still going on today, and by all means ping back. I swear, I shall use the randomizer to pick two winners later on tonight and I’ll announce the winners in my next post. But, in the meantime, I had this bizarre little story I’m driven to share:
This happened Thursday night. I was up late, writing and posting for the Hop Against Homophobia and finding cute pictures that I couldn’t make fit which was why I shrunk them all, and by the time I got to bed, I was grumpy. Things got worse.
I got to bed around one, and, as I had promised, with plans to grope him on my mind. (Mate groping makes a marriage work. It’s truth.) Anyway, in mid grope, Squish comes to bed. She comes to bed like a hyperactive beagle. Gets up, turns around three times, grunts, does the fainting starfish, whimpers, says, “hug me” then spreads out between the two of us. So there I was, thinking, “I wanted to continue to grope Mate!” when there was a noise.
It was an odd noise, out of place, sort of metallic. I look up at the foot of the bed, and there is an odd shape, glowing green from the DVR, but the light is refracting off it… it is making these odd, metallic noises. 
The cat wanted booty call at 3:30. (What? Doesn’t YOUR cat do booty call? My cat does booty call. She gets all sexy up against me like I’m a piece of sleeping meat. Slut. The worst part is when she bites my nose so that I HAVE to be awake while she’s using me. Fucking cat.)
And just as a side note? As I was looking up adorable space alien pictures for this very short post? I was looking for sort of sexy ones–you know, so we could see them kissing? Cause I thought it would be cute, right? So I typed in Space Alien Sexy into my image search engine. 
My cat does the booty call. It happens around about 4am and involves loving on my hair before finally falling asleep on my head. Occasionally it involves dribbling on my face too. Those are special nights :).
Our cats rarely try the oh dark hundred love muffin routine because I am serious about my sleep, and cats who disturb it get flying lessons.
So Mate went un-groped? Bummer! Did Squish get back to her bed? I can envision a night of scary thunderstorms when everyone from Big T down winds up fighting for bed space with you and Mate. How very, very cozy!
It's okay, the cat didn't do her job this morning of making sure I wake up when the alarm goes off. Stupid cat.
Mate groping does indeed make a marriage. Last night (I was watching Jeffrey-a hilarious/sad movie if you've never seen it. Patrick Stewart in a pink beret. Unforgettable image) and Pk says "When your movie is over, will you come over here and kiss me so I can fondle your butt?".
It never gets old.
I hurt something laughing. And really want to google that string now…
My son's cat used to rub my face with hers and then stick her tongue up my nose while I was sleeping. That'll wake you up in a big hurry. I never saw a space alien in the bedroom though. You have all the interesting experiences LOL
LOLOL — I'll keep my "Space Alien Sexy" to thinking about Gini Koch's SuitPr0n aliens, thanks…!
Also, Mylar = Teh EBIL. My kids climb into bed w/ each other when they need middle-of-the-night contact, and the cats have been banned from the bedroom. Just sayin' 😀