Last night, my cat decided that she wanted to sleep inside. Then she wanted to sleep with me- fine. Then she wanted to sleep ON-FRIGGIN'-TOP OF ME. Kitties make you hot, y'all. It is not cool in my neck of the woods this time of year. So this was not exactly a welcome experience.
I didn't mind too much, I just figured if it's a step in good bonding and if she doesn't give me all sorts of nasty fleas I'd be fine with it. I mean, I was sleeping on my tummy and she was lying on my back so I wasn't breathing in her kitty-ness. Which would have been rank because that child needs to brush her TEEF.
So I go to sleep with my 8-toed-mentally-retarded cat.
Then I wake up in the middle of the night because she started crying and either chasing a squeaking mouse or playing with plastic spoons and making them squeak. Either way, it was OBNOXIOUS because I was trying to SLEEP.
Normally, even at the moment, I would think her behavior was just fine. Shame on me for leaving the spoons on the floor. But at 3 AM... I was annoyed.
So I'm going to go to bed soon and hope that my kitty either doesn't find a mouse to chase and warble out, or that she just lies down with me and stays put. I put the spoons away- lesson learned.
Grace and peace (AND SLEEP),
