Thor

So I'm all comfortable in my toasty bed and roll over and hit block of dry ice, AKA Thor. Thor and I have had a long standing peace where he's allowed to sleep in a corner at the foot of the bed. I get the remainder. He can have the middle once the King Size bed is delivered (He's buying). So, when I rollover onto Thor, I flew out of the bed and bounced off the dresser. For the first time, blood was drawn. Thor figured out quickly I was mad. A usual state when suddenly woken up. He fled as I reached for the vacuum cleaner.

Sorry he set off Kim's alarm. I'm glad he found a place to hang while I emptied a bottle of chill pills. I think there is a pun in there somewhere...

I felt bad when I finally woke up. Thor was back on his perch. He looked at me with one eye not sure what to do. I slowly walked up to him and gave him the "stare." He got the message.

I did my usual clean out and refilled his dish. He looked at me sorrowfully and looked at the carton of milk I had. On rare occasions I will give him some milk. Rare because guess who lives with a lactose intolerant ghost? I had an hour to get dressed and out the door before the crap got ugly.