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.
