Last night I couldn’t go to sleep at all. We can’t shut the door to our bedroom, so pets have free reign in there. And one of my kitty cats… the big one, Dara… decided it was party time, the minute the lights went out. She started to annoy me when she began walking back and forth across the bed, from top to bottom, pacing like a pregnant cat. I’d kick her off the bed, she’d find a way back on. It became a game of cat and mouse. Drove me crazy. Bored, she then decided to do something else to get my attention. She walked on top of my pillow trying to sit on my head. To say this aggravated me is an understatement. I’d pick her up, put her on the floor and she ‘d jump up and do it again. I tried to ignore her. That’s when things went from bad to worse. She decided that she wanted to lay down on top of my Kindle which was sitting on the nightstand, next to the bed. Knowing she is too heavy and might break the screen I did my best to thwart her efforts. Just when I thought I had succeeded, the cat switched gears. She cleverly plotted a way to steal my eyeglasses… knocking them from the dresser and then dragging them across the floor… making enough noise to raise the dead. At this point, I was not a happy camper. My language became colorful and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I chastised the troublemaker for disturbing my sleep. It was enough to make her scram. Only problem was... the other cat, Mira, scared by my uncharacteristic behavior, at this ungodly hour in the morning, decided to firmly anchor herself to my feet. I realized there was no rest for the weary in this house. So I surrendered... got up, went online and kept myself busy for awhile. Both felines followed me out to my desk. I waited for them to fall asleep, then I went back to bed and dreamed about having a dog.