Pooka sleeps with me most times and
I have to place a pillow between us, even though my bed’s already a queen.
There’s just not enough room throughout the night for Pooka’s kicking,
arm-swinging, and eye-socket gouging by elbow moves.
And she hates it. Oh, how she hates
that divider pillow! Pooka has no sense of personal space. All space is hers
So the other night, I crawled into bed after placing all the pillows were they need be. I hadn't even pulled up the covers yet when she jumped in, snatched the divider pillow away, and wrapped herself around me - arms, legs and all.
“I’ll be your divider instead, Mama!!!”