so the other night i woke up to my body lauching about a mile into the air. mostly because i had felt a sharp pain in my foot. i was confused and groggy and settled back into bed, when it happened again. it was hobbes, clawing at my foot which had apparently entered "his" space at the end of the bed. oh man. he spent the rest of the early early morning walking from bedside table to bedside table. mind you, the bed is between those bedside tables. his jump usually had him landing on my chest or stomach, and then he sauntered across her to the other side. and vice versa.
this is a nightly occurance. minus the clawing. that was a first. no wonder she rarely gets a good night sleep!