Mornin
I'll tell ya...some mornings you just wish you could make the kitties disappear for a couple hours.
I haven't been feeling quite right for a couple days now (can't shake this chill regardless of my overly warm apartment, sweatpants and warm showers/baths). So last night I turned up the heat a bit, took a shower, put on flannel and a long sleeved shirt and went to bed.
Chester woke me up this morning at his regular time of 7am screaming for breakfast. If you don't get up and feed him when he requests he doesn't stop...He'll scream; he'll jump on your face (15lbs of kitty); and his favourite is to lay infront of your face and lick it, spitting out every hair in the process until you open one eye and then he gets excited and start the yelling again. I got up and fed the rascals.
Thing is that it doesn't stop after I feed them (which it used to, before we moved). I closed the door behind me so I could have some sleep time and chester stood at the door for an entire half hour yelling for me. I got so I was worried that the neighbors would think I had bad cats and let them in. Then Chester spent the next 2 hours either jumping up on me to get to the window above my bed or hollering every time I rolled over trying to get "2nd breakfast", which he's never gotten but thinks he should. Dynah got up on my nightstand to play with the controller for my blinds (I can't tie them back, they're the kind with a pully mechanism and I need to get at them)...which bugs me a lot. THEN (and this is the kicker) she managed to hull back and knock EVERYTHING off of my nightstand, including my booda. THEN she jumped down, looked at it like "that was fun" and jumped in my garbage to try to find the worst thing she could play with out of there.
If i lock them out, chester cries. *sigh* I'm never getting a good nights sleep again.
May the force be with you
Jess
I'll tell ya...some mornings you just wish you could make the kitties disappear for a couple hours.
I haven't been feeling quite right for a couple days now (can't shake this chill regardless of my overly warm apartment, sweatpants and warm showers/baths). So last night I turned up the heat a bit, took a shower, put on flannel and a long sleeved shirt and went to bed.
Chester woke me up this morning at his regular time of 7am screaming for breakfast. If you don't get up and feed him when he requests he doesn't stop...He'll scream; he'll jump on your face (15lbs of kitty); and his favourite is to lay infront of your face and lick it, spitting out every hair in the process until you open one eye and then he gets excited and start the yelling again. I got up and fed the rascals.
Thing is that it doesn't stop after I feed them (which it used to, before we moved). I closed the door behind me so I could have some sleep time and chester stood at the door for an entire half hour yelling for me. I got so I was worried that the neighbors would think I had bad cats and let them in. Then Chester spent the next 2 hours either jumping up on me to get to the window above my bed or hollering every time I rolled over trying to get "2nd breakfast", which he's never gotten but thinks he should. Dynah got up on my nightstand to play with the controller for my blinds (I can't tie them back, they're the kind with a pully mechanism and I need to get at them)...which bugs me a lot. THEN (and this is the kicker) she managed to hull back and knock EVERYTHING off of my nightstand, including my booda. THEN she jumped down, looked at it like "that was fun" and jumped in my garbage to try to find the worst thing she could play with out of there.
If i lock them out, chester cries. *sigh* I'm never getting a good nights sleep again.
May the force be with you
Jess