Okay, so last night Terry went to bed at like 11, which is very early, because he had to get up at 4:30 this morning to get into work.  Cool.  So I stayed up a little later and putzed around (that way he could get to sleep without my coughing and nose-blowing keeping him up), and I finally went to bed at 2am.  Oliver's on my side of the bed, but no big deal.  I get in bed, pull the covers up, and I feel SOMETHING run down my back.

Jump up, scare the crap out of Terry, cat goes running, light on - can't find anything.  Now, it's quite possible that what I felt to be a big scary spider on me was simply the cover setting.  It may even be PROBABLE.  But we had to look.  So fine.  I get in bed, cat jumps up.  I toss him off 'cause I have to redo the covers after the frantic bed search for buggies.  He jumps back up.  I toss him off again.  He jumps back on at about the time the dog comes sleepily in to make sure we're all fine.  I grab him to toss him, he hisses at the dog, I toss him off (he's very stubborn and manages to make himself dead weight when he wants) with a big oomph....  I look down, and guess who's decided he's mad enough to express his anal glands?  And guess who's lucky enough to be sitting naked right behind him when this happens?  EW.

So I get up, go wash, go sleep on the couch.  It wasn't meant to be.  

Can I just repeat... EW?