My Cat Hate's Me.
My cat hate's me. It's sad but true. Afterall, it's the only thing that explains last night.
It started at midnight. As I stumbled into my room, so tired I barely made it to the warm comfort of my bed, Molly was following me. Molly is my calico kitty. Well, cat ... she's eight, almost nine so I guess kitty is a bit misleading to my anonymous readers. I love Molly, and Molly, usually, loves me. We share a bed, have for the past nine years - but this little cat is a complete cover stealer. She somehow manages to curl into a little ball and slowly move against me until I wake up half off the bed. Okay, so maybe she just loves my bed. Either way, last night I was so tired and I didn't want to deal with the bed stealer so I told her that I thought she should find another bed last night and shut the door with her on the other side.
Another thing to know about Molly, she's loud. So loud that neighbours in the house next door can sometimes hear her when she gets going. So she sits on the other side of the door and meows, loudly. Finally, at 2:30 I feel bad that she's that upset that I kicked her out of the bed, and figure the only way I am going to be sleeping anytime soon was if I let her in, so I do. Molly, however, was not meowing about being let in the room. She sat on my bed, inches away from my face and kept meowing bloody murder at me. At around 4 I give up, and realize if I don't figure what the deal is with my evil cat, I am never going to get any sleep. I check her food, she has a full bowl. I check her water, also full. I tell her to shut up and close the door in her face. Molly keeps yelling at me. Finally at 5:30am I open the front door, it isn't open even a nano-second when a small blur moves past me at hyper-speed. Molly pauses on the front step long enough to give me a look that clearly says "took you long enough, dumb ass" before merrily hopping down off the step and behind some bushes.
Finally I was able to sleep ... for an hour and a half before coming into work today.
Yep, today is off to a great start.
I need more coffee.
It started at midnight. As I stumbled into my room, so tired I barely made it to the warm comfort of my bed, Molly was following me. Molly is my calico kitty. Well, cat ... she's eight, almost nine so I guess kitty is a bit misleading to my anonymous readers. I love Molly, and Molly, usually, loves me. We share a bed, have for the past nine years - but this little cat is a complete cover stealer. She somehow manages to curl into a little ball and slowly move against me until I wake up half off the bed. Okay, so maybe she just loves my bed. Either way, last night I was so tired and I didn't want to deal with the bed stealer so I told her that I thought she should find another bed last night and shut the door with her on the other side.
Another thing to know about Molly, she's loud. So loud that neighbours in the house next door can sometimes hear her when she gets going. So she sits on the other side of the door and meows, loudly. Finally, at 2:30 I feel bad that she's that upset that I kicked her out of the bed, and figure the only way I am going to be sleeping anytime soon was if I let her in, so I do. Molly, however, was not meowing about being let in the room. She sat on my bed, inches away from my face and kept meowing bloody murder at me. At around 4 I give up, and realize if I don't figure what the deal is with my evil cat, I am never going to get any sleep. I check her food, she has a full bowl. I check her water, also full. I tell her to shut up and close the door in her face. Molly keeps yelling at me. Finally at 5:30am I open the front door, it isn't open even a nano-second when a small blur moves past me at hyper-speed. Molly pauses on the front step long enough to give me a look that clearly says "took you long enough, dumb ass" before merrily hopping down off the step and behind some bushes.
Finally I was able to sleep ... for an hour and a half before coming into work today.
Yep, today is off to a great start.
I need more coffee.