Big Poppa has been doing this thing lately where, during my bedtime, he settles in next to me, then decides it's snacktime, then uses the box, then decides the closet is a better place to sleep, then snuggles next to me, AND THEN repeats the damn process over again. Gah! We've had discussions about putting a kitty bed into the bathroom.
Oh yeah, we won't even speak of the go to be routine. Which traditionally involves the battle of the kitties over who gets the favorite spot on my bladder and the necessary yelling at Brack to get to bed because I'm in bed. Monsters, the lot of them.
It's a conspiracy, I tell ya. The same scene took place at our house today, except that it was 6:40, they didn't trip me, but I decided I was too tired to climb one whole flight of stairs, so I curled up on the couch and went back to sleep, and Brent slept through the whole thing.
So, do you think cats worldwide have decided 6:30-6:45 is the appropriate breakfast window?
Maybe, every time I think I have the time thing figured out, they change it on me. THere for a while it was 5 minutes before my alarm went off. But then they decided for 2 hours before the alarm, and from time to time they decide on both.
Which makes me crazy.
I've actually laid in bed having to pee so bad I thought my bladder would burst but I knew if I got up, I'd wake one of them up and therefore the "feed me, dammit" routine would start and I just want to pee and go back to sleep. So I lay awake, wondering if I can get away with peeing and going back to sleep. By the time I make a decision, Buckley usually decides that's the time to stand on my bladder.
It's the purry cuddling, and the entertainment. Every time I think I'm so mad at them I can't stand it, Bogie does the purry cuddling routine, and Bacall does something adorably quirky.
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So, do you think cats worldwide have decided 6:30-6:45 is the appropriate breakfast window?
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Which makes me crazy.
I've actually laid in bed having to pee so bad I thought my bladder would burst but I knew if I got up, I'd wake one of them up and therefore the "feed me, dammit" routine would start and I just want to pee and go back to sleep. So I lay awake, wondering if I can get away with peeing and going back to sleep. By the time I make a decision, Buckley usually decides that's the time to stand on my bladder.
Why the hell do we have cats anyway???
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