Sleep is for the weak, sickly humans.

May 12, 2005 07:04

My cats have a new game, and that game is Never Let Seanan Sleep Again, Ever. They played it for most of last night, which was very exciting for them and deeply infuriating for me. Lilly hurts and wants to be comforted. Nyssa is upset that Lilly is getting more attention and wants to be cuddled before she'll let me drift off again. And that ( Read more... )

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starspentswell May 12 2005, 15:09:20 UTC
I think it is an innate cat quality, my Nicky, Bunny and Kaikai play a version of that game, but it's the wake Christal up and score more ruckus points than the night before. I hope your Lilly kitty is recovering well. My Bunny kitty has her own baby blanket. It made her feel better. Maybe you can get your Lilly and Neesa their own blankets.

And if all else fails, you change your schedule to sleep when they do. You have to readjust work hours and what not but... hey work will understand. No?

You have my sympathy.

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spectralbovine May 12 2005, 15:13:33 UTC
Fables, yay! This week's issue is all right, though a little confusing. I think you'll like it.

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azurelunatic May 12 2005, 19:07:46 UTC
I have started doing scary make-it-yourself freezer lunches. Alas, my Cream-of-Overprocessed Turkey soup (a knockoff of your infamous Pyrotechnic Potato-Leek Soup) did not freeze well. So I'm going to have to find something else.

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cadhla May 13 2005, 14:37:16 UTC
I shall say nothing, zip and nada. But yeah, huge 'Fables' fan. Have you tried 'Finder'?

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ellwren May 13 2005, 19:05:51 UTC
Our cats have a games we call Mommy Bumper Ball and Zombie ball.

Elvin, our youngest tabby, plays fetch. His favorite balls are mylar and make crunchy noises. Sometimes 2am is the ultimate time to play ball. So until we wake up the ball is batted against our sleeping bodies and pounced upon. Once we notice it turns into zombie ball. Which means my wife or I fumble and pat for the ball in the dark and blindly throw it out the bedroom door into the hallway, all while keeping our heads on the pillow and eyes shut.

Elvin's other trick is to walk across me, usually stepping on my trachea or boob, in order to get to Cin and wrap around her head.

Emily (tabby), Elvin and Taz (18lb torty) are world champions at nocturnal people shaping. I don't know how they do it, but they each can take up to a third of the bed by themselves. Cin and I have woken up in some of the strangest positions.

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