Cool Hand Luke has her favorite spot. She sits on a pillow in the left hand corner of our bed. We make sure the pillow case is flannel, which she likes. My wife does not like black cat hairs on the pillows she sleeps on. The pillow Cool Hand Luke sleeps on is to the left of her head. Cool Hand Luke is a black cat I’ve had for thirteen years, longer than I have ever had a cat. In fact, I brought this cat into our marriage. The cat, for some reason, does not get along too well with our other cats. Some of them torment her. She is an affectionate cat and often can be found sitting on that particular spot in the bedroom.

Last night Cool Hand Luke, my black cat came up to me in bed, arched her back to greet me in bed and got stroked and then settled down in the corner of the bed catercorner to me.  She is one of the three black animals who join me in my bedroom every night.

The other two are dogs:  Coco unusually sleeps to one side of the bed and sometimes Tilla is at the base of the bed unless my wife did not join me right away.  Then he will sleep on the bed to the left of me within reach of me.  This is their routine every night.  Sometimes there are more animals in my room.

Buttons, one of my cats hides under the bed and sometimes in the middle of the night there will be a scuffle between Buttons and Cool Hand Luke.  The two don’t like each other.  Other animals sometimes join us, too like Sweetie and Pax our other dogs.  It is hard sometimes not to step on a dog if you have to leave the room to use the john in the middle of the time (???).

And if there is a thunderstorm during the night all you can hear is the panting of the dogs and sometimes two or three jump on the bed.  I know it is a king sized bed but all our dogs are midsized and crowd us when that happens not to say anything about keeping us awake with their loud panting.  They simply are scared of the thunder and usually have to be kicked out of the room so we can sleep.  Thankfully thunderstorms only happen occasionally in the middle of the night.

“Cool Hand Luke”

Author: siggy

“Cool Hand Luke” is sitting on the corner of our bed.  He can usually be found in that room.  He is the last survivor of the animals I brought into this marriage.  The other two, oddly enough all black like she, are now dead.  The cat must be at least nine years old.

She does have some peculiarities:  not only does she hang out in our bedroom she also likes going through doors.  Open one she will dash out and seconds later if we open the same door she will quickly scoot back in.

She is kind of a loner:  she does not hang out with any of the other six cats although she is the most aggressive.  If we put out cat food, she is the first one at the dish.  I usually go to bed first and she often is near me snuggling up to me arching her back asking to be petted.

She is one laid back cat and I don’t remember who named her “Cool Hand Luke” although the name suit (???) her perfectly.  She is my cat although you really never own a cat.  They own you.

Her presence on my bed when I go to sleep is a comfort to me.  She is a special pet to me.  I don’t pay as much attention to the other six.