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Well, I got woken up last night at around 2, 3:30, 4, 6, 6:30, 7:30, and again at 9:30 this morning, which was when I gave up trying to sleep.
The reason I woke so often? Ferris has turned teenager at 8 months old.
He got into the kitchen closet last night, more than once, and I was awoken a couple of times by the sounds of plasticware and cans crashing to the floor.
Another time, he found a wand toy made with raffia, and dragged that about 60 feet into my bedroom and was playing with it on the floor next to my bed. All the rustling woke me up. I took it away from him and went back to sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of my humidifier (I still have pneumonia) crashing to the floor in my bedroom in several pieces. Arrgghh.
After that, I locked the cats out of my room - I am still NOT feeling well, have no sick days left at work, have to run a candle party today whether I feel good or not, and needed to get as MUCH rest as possible last night. Hah!
The last and final time he woke me up was to the sound of a gigantic crash in my office, adjacent to my room, and I came out of my bedroom to find my three foot tall cactus lying broken on the rug, needles, dirt and pebbles EVERYWHERE. This cactus has inch long needles, and I had to take a knife to it to clean it up and TRY to rescue some of it. It took a half hour for me to do the clean-up, with me deep coughing away the whole time.
My drunken, hung-over roomie didn't even BOTHER to come out of his room - and I don't blame him, I used every single colorful word I know.
I have told both kitties, in no uncertain terms, to stay the heck away from me this morning - I have claws, too!!!
The reason I woke so often? Ferris has turned teenager at 8 months old.
He got into the kitchen closet last night, more than once, and I was awoken a couple of times by the sounds of plasticware and cans crashing to the floor.
Another time, he found a wand toy made with raffia, and dragged that about 60 feet into my bedroom and was playing with it on the floor next to my bed. All the rustling woke me up. I took it away from him and went back to sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of my humidifier (I still have pneumonia) crashing to the floor in my bedroom in several pieces. Arrgghh.
After that, I locked the cats out of my room - I am still NOT feeling well, have no sick days left at work, have to run a candle party today whether I feel good or not, and needed to get as MUCH rest as possible last night. Hah!
The last and final time he woke me up was to the sound of a gigantic crash in my office, adjacent to my room, and I came out of my bedroom to find my three foot tall cactus lying broken on the rug, needles, dirt and pebbles EVERYWHERE. This cactus has inch long needles, and I had to take a knife to it to clean it up and TRY to rescue some of it. It took a half hour for me to do the clean-up, with me deep coughing away the whole time.
My drunken, hung-over roomie didn't even BOTHER to come out of his room - and I don't blame him, I used every single colorful word I know.
I have told both kitties, in no uncertain terms, to stay the heck away from me this morning - I have claws, too!!!
