So quick recap: I have three cats. In order of adoption they are Murder Mittens, Wednesday Addams and Kitara. Murder has some health issues and anxiety problems. Wednesday is a talker, a biter and believes I should read her mind and she gets pissy and bitey when I don't. Kitara is the easy going one, the only boy and very easy to live with (except he's also pure energy and turns over furniture at 2am and tries to own everything).
So usually at night there's one to three cats with me. Kitara sleeps on my feet, Murder sleeps on a pillow and Wednesday will take a corner to herself. As much as I try, none of them are cuddlers.
Except last night Murder cuddled. She laid over my arm and slept next to me when I fell asleep. I was delighted. I finally got a cuddle.
I quickly learned that the universe is quite sincere about the 'watch what you ask for'. Because I fell asleep and Murder was having none of it. She climbed on top of me and made biscuits. She ran a marathon in one place. She competed in imaginary dance battles.
All night she demanded attention. Every time I fell asleep she gave me about 30 minutes and then nudged me awake. She declared that I became her property and she chased the other cats off the bed.
I'm sooo tired. My body is sore from the thousands of biscuits that were made on it last night.
And somehow there's a new tattoo on my alarm that says MURDER'S BITCH.
Lord, save me.
I love cats; it's been...gah, almost a decade! since I had a dog, but cats? I can't really live without them. But they are indeed weird and genuinely seemingly-malicious creatures, each in their own hellish way.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get a full (and restful) night's sleep tonight.
[Of my two, there's the one who begs for pets, then bites me randomly (aka, when she gets over-stimulated, which can be after half an hour or two minutes, no way to know in advance to avoid the bite), and the one who SCREAMS at me any time I'm working--not blogging, not reading, only when I'm working--to pay attention to her. There's the one who eats anything and everything I am trying to eat, even trying to drink my coffee, and the one who eats only because she must. They never get the zoomies at the same time, and hate each other to the point of drawing blood. I love them both to pieces, but they *can* be incredibly exhausting]
Oh God Az. Your life sounds just like mine. Especially the cat who needs attention until the very second they don't and **bite**. I wouldn't mind it so much except mine bites to wound. My baby boy bites but never breaks skin.
DeleteCat lovers are a special breed. We love and live with the ultimate narcissists.
Bites: SAME!!!
Deleteand yes, that's exactly it.
(I hope you slept better last night)
LMAO - I'll stick to puppies thanksverymuch lol. Good luck ladies! xx
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