The zeeba likes to treat me like a jungle gym. Any chanch she gets, she will climb me. I can be sitting, standing, laying down, it makes no difference to her. The important thing is that I be distracted so that I will not complain too much.
Yesterday afternoon, I was trying to rest on the sectional. Of course this was her zeeba-signal to begin climbing on me. She was a very happy zeeba. I was an amused-but-less-happy munk. At one point, I pushed her so she fell between my back and the cushion of the sectional. She landed in such a way that my zeeba morphed into a turtle for a moment, unable to get off her back. She wiggled for a moment, then I heard her proclaim, "Zeeba stuck!"
I laughed - which made her laugh - and pulled her free. She slid onto the floor, only to climb right back up again. Next thing I knew, she had launched herself backwards to land between me and the sectional.
*wiggle wiggle*
"Zeeba stuck?"
*wiggle wiggle*
"Zeeba stuck!!"
I burst out laughing, which was the result she desired. She popped back up, laughing along with me, glee apparent in that cheeky zeeba grin of hers.
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