I have no desire to be awake. I have no reason to be awake. But I'm awake.
Why am I awake? Because at 7am, my husbands cat decided that her life depended on getting a tour of the bathroom at that very minute.
She scratched at the door and would not stop. So I finally got out of bed to toddle off to the toilet (it had been 4 whole hours since I last had to pee!) and gave her the much needed tour.
She frantically double checked every nook and cranny and by the time I was done, she was done and wanted back out. FINE! So I let her out and head back to bed.
At which point my fluffy boy decides that he just LOVES me and must snuggle and purr and drool on me.
All righty. That won't help me get back to sleep but at least it's pleasant. And as soon as he decides he's had enough and leaves, guess who decides to take his place in the middle of the bed?
When she's affectionate, she nibbles. A little too hard. And she's just messing with me. I know she hates me. This isn't affection, this is a hostile takeover of bed space! ARGH!!! She's pushing against me in a faux snuggle, but I know what she really wants. The moment I let my guard down, this anvil with fur is pushing me right out of bed. Not today! I push back! She whines. Hubby wakes up enough to put an arm around her. I try again, and she whines again, the hubby nurfles. She moves to the other side of the husband and he gives her affection.
My territory is saved! But I've been dealing with cats for the last hour and the feeling of sleep has long left me. Screw it.
Get out of bed, grab a pumpkin muffin and last of the chocolate milk and bitch and moan on a blog that no one is reading. Grrrrrr. I better get a good nap later.