At a little after 3am this morning I let out a little whine. I guess it sounded like i was winding up for something as Devin told me quietly to shhh.
Devin got up a moment after telling me to shhh, thinking maybe I was alerting to the fact that the chicken in the crockpot was done cooking? I didn't move and looked a bit awkward. My bum was pressed up against the bed, with my rear right foot jacket up on the side of the metal bed frame. Devin asked me to "move", I tried but couldn't. I let out a yelp. Devin quickly checked my foot to see if i was okay, no problems touching it. I kinda twisted it weird when I was trying to push away and get up.
Devin told me to wait a second while blankets were pushed aside to get a grip on my bed. Devin dragged my bed away from the "big bed" with me on it. I managed to get up and limped myself down the hall. I went right into my nest and didn't budge.
We all went back to sleep, I guess Devin thought it was odd that I hadn't come to do my "breakfast stare" by 7am. Devin called out to me a few times and said one of my favorite words "breakfast time, Milo".
I didn't budge from my nest. When Devin got up to check on me I perked up, but didn't make an attempt to get up. Devin again said "breakfast time". I slowly hobbled out from my nest and down the hall to follow Devin for the fill of my bowl. I limped my way back slowly to my eating area. After I ate up my breakfast I went right back to my nest.
Devin first thought it was a case of the "drama queens", but when I didn't come running for breakfast.... Ya know I'm actually hurting a little bit.
|Not wanting to leave my nest -|
|I was resting, what do you want??|
|Closing my eyes. Maybe you'll go away|