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Erik's been sleeping really well lately, but every now and then he has to make sure I don't get too comfortable with that and wakes up at a stupid time. This morning it was somewhere between 3 - 3:30am. I don't know exactly, because I'd only been asleep about two hours and was bleary eyed and stumbly when I went in to get him so he wouldn't wake Anna up. The only thing worse than having to deal with Erik at 3am is having to deal with Erik and Anna at 3am. At least her I can eventually convince to go back to sleep... Not him, apparently.
I tried dozing on the couch, but between Erik throwing toys at my face, racing across the room and throwing himself at my face, crinkling paper (he seriously stood across the room with a sheet of paper and crinkled it, staring at me), and trying to drag the cat across the room by the tail, there wasn't much sleeping I could do.
Oh, and then, at 5:30, he tripped, slammed his face off the floor, and had a mouthful of blood that he wouldn't let me wipe up or look to see how bad it was. I had to bring him upstairs, where Bryan was getting up to go to the washroom, and get help. Even then, I have no idea what he cut, but the bleeding stopped and he's sucking on a soother and drinking juice fine. So, hopefully nothing too bad.
Now, I'm watching Toopy and Binoo with Erik sprawled out on the couch next to me (refusing to sleep), and he periodically starts kicking me wildly to be sure that I'm awake. Fml. I just want to go back to bed.
In good news, Inky got another mouse last night. Holy shit he's good at toying with them! He carried it into the living room and proceeded to allow it to run just far enough away to give it hope, then pounced again. Once it got under the TV stand but he got his paws in there and dragged it back out again. He rolled around and tossed it in the air, jumped up and landed on it, swatted it across the floor, sat on it, rolled on it, and basically tortured it until it wasn't going anywhere anymore. Eventually broke it's back, threw it around some more, and then lost interest and walked away. Bryan ended up mercy killing the damn thing, we felt so bad for it. Sweet cat, but holy crap! Not that I care that he's killing them, or even that he toys with them. That's how nature works. And those fuckers are in my house. They had their chance to leave. Fuck them!
Wow, this muppet version of Toopy and Binoo is fucking creepy....
I tried dozing on the couch, but between Erik throwing toys at my face, racing across the room and throwing himself at my face, crinkling paper (he seriously stood across the room with a sheet of paper and crinkled it, staring at me), and trying to drag the cat across the room by the tail, there wasn't much sleeping I could do.
Oh, and then, at 5:30, he tripped, slammed his face off the floor, and had a mouthful of blood that he wouldn't let me wipe up or look to see how bad it was. I had to bring him upstairs, where Bryan was getting up to go to the washroom, and get help. Even then, I have no idea what he cut, but the bleeding stopped and he's sucking on a soother and drinking juice fine. So, hopefully nothing too bad.
Now, I'm watching Toopy and Binoo with Erik sprawled out on the couch next to me (refusing to sleep), and he periodically starts kicking me wildly to be sure that I'm awake. Fml. I just want to go back to bed.
In good news, Inky got another mouse last night. Holy shit he's good at toying with them! He carried it into the living room and proceeded to allow it to run just far enough away to give it hope, then pounced again. Once it got under the TV stand but he got his paws in there and dragged it back out again. He rolled around and tossed it in the air, jumped up and landed on it, swatted it across the floor, sat on it, rolled on it, and basically tortured it until it wasn't going anywhere anymore. Eventually broke it's back, threw it around some more, and then lost interest and walked away. Bryan ended up mercy killing the damn thing, we felt so bad for it. Sweet cat, but holy crap! Not that I care that he's killing them, or even that he toys with them. That's how nature works. And those fuckers are in my house. They had their chance to leave. Fuck them!
Wow, this muppet version of Toopy and Binoo is fucking creepy....