Catrina has a special ability to sense the absolute instant I decide I'm going to haul my rump out of bed in the morning. As soon as the thought crosses my mind that yes, it's time, she appears, often seemingly out of nowhere, and promptly settles down on my chest/side/back for a good lay-down. The same goes for when I'm going to get up off the couch to go upstairs to bed. Suddenly, there's six pounds of fur and two pounds of cat curled placidly in my lap, purring and feigning sleep.

In fact, any time I need to do something and I'm sitting or laying down, she'll pull this trick.

I mean this in all seriousness. It's uncanny. And once she's laying down, despite my tremendous advantage in size and strength, I'm paralyzed until she decides she's ready to let me get up.

I've been late for work because of this. I've let my dinner get cold because of this. But a Catrina cuddle is such a sweet thing. Who could be mad at a little Catrina, even when you just found out she tore up a patch of carpet in the family room?

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