So I got distracted last night when adjusting my alarms for this morning, which means one was stil set for 7:00am. yep. It went off this morning. I panicked b/c Hubby was still sleeping & I thought he was supposed to be going to work. He tells me “it’s Saturday.” OH! ok. back to sleep. Almost. About 10 min after the alarm & that initial adrenaline rush, I’m just about out and the younger cat, Colby, jumps onto the bed & proceeds to walk from my feet up my body to my shoulder. Then he makes his little “trill” noise that I interpret as “you awake?” so I rub his head and he walks back down to my feet. ok, NOW I can go back to sleep. Almost. 5 min later, here comes Colby again. Thump (onto bed), quickly walking & wobbling up my side (because I’m sleeping on my side) for another trill, pat on the head and then leap off the bed. THUMP *jinglejingle*. 20 min later, I wake up to both bells merrily jingling under the bed and lots of “paw thumping the floor” sounds. So I listen trying to decide if Shadow is teaching Colby a lesson or if they are playing tag. Shadow makes a dash for the door, Colby is silent, then goes pouncing after him. Well, tag it is. Aaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddd then they come back in the bedroom & shoot under the bed. *jingle jingle jingle jingle thump thump jingle jingle thump jingle* back out the door. OKay, I’ve had enough. They hear me get out of bed so they split. Shadow jingles his way downstairs and Colby hid in another bedroom. I shoo Colby to the stairway & try to close the door at the top of the stairs. The old, wooden door that changed size again due to humidity and somewhere along the top it’s sticking and won’t close. Crap. Close the bedroom door that won’t latch for the same damn reason the other one won’t close. Jam a door stop under the corner and climb back in bed. I still have an hour before the alarm is SUPPOSED to go off. And here comes Shadow again. At 17, he’s learned a trick or two. Like how to squeak the paint on the door with his claws in a manner that shoots right thru my head and lifts me 6 inches off the bed before I’m barely awake. *Son of a … no. I can ignore this. go back to sleep* 2 more squeaks. So then he “knocks” on the door. He has discovered he doesn’t always have to squeak his claws. He can rattle his paw against the door and when the claws hit, it sounds like he is knocking. So he knocks 3 or 4 times, as he lets out a loud, pitiful “MRROOOOOWWWWW” with each knock. Noise level might wake Hubby, but he could sleep thru anything. Shadow decides to push on the door. He also learned (before we got him at age 3) how to push things around with his nose. He was forever dumping his water until we stuck it in a corner and put a strap in place to keep him from pulling it out. Anyways. He pushed the door. It moves maybe a sixteenth of an inch because of the door stop. So he pushes again. Now he can see thru the crack in the door, but there’s nothing to see. So he starts his “MRROOOOOOWWWW” thing again. By now it’s 9:05. I’m annoyed. I’m not getting back to sleep. Get up, hit the on button for the coffee pot on the way to the bathroom. Install my vision accessories. (contacts) LOL! Let Shadow out (because it “must be really nice out since there’s so MUCH sunshine mom!! I really need to go out NOW!!!), throw some bread in the toaster, it pops, pour my coffee, let Shadow back in (“It’s really cold out there mom. Why didn’t you tell me it’s only 14 degrees? I never made it off the porch”), and now the cats are silent in the house. Go. Figure. However, I have my coffee & toast. It’s sunny with the promise of a changing season soon to be upon us. I’m sooo tired of snow. We got several more inches last night after most everything had melted away. I thought & had hoped we’d finally made it to mud season. Alas, not yet. Soon, though. Very soon. Have a great weekend!

Shine On!

Angi

So I was peacefully sleeping away when I was rudely awakened at 2am. BLAM! my eyes snapped open as if the house had just been hit by a large truck. ugh. No good. Toss & turn, get another moment of wide-eyed but more like a pond ripple, then closed my eyes again and passed right back out. THEN my older cat decides 5 am is the perfect time to march across my pillow, stop, bite my hair & pull. yes. He pulled my hair. When the hell did he figure that out??? friggin cat. I scoot over a couple of inches & he marches down the side of the bed to sleep next to my knees. Apparently, he felt he didn’t have a wide enough walk way or something. He stayed for a total of FIVE minutes. Then he jumps off the bed, sounding like a large, full bookbag, as he hits the ground “KERFLUMP, jingle jingle”. Yes, he has a bell on his collar so we can keep track of where he is. In fact, both cats have bells. More so we could keep track of where the little one was, but all’s fair when playing cat games. Although, I simultaneously felt really guilty and highly amused when the older cat hissed at his own bell once. Good times. 🙂 Have a lovely rest of your week. I have to figure out what’s next in mine.

Shine On!

Angi