It's amazing how simply holding a prescription for antibiotics in your hand can make you feel better, regardless of whether you're actually better or not.
With meds in my possession and a cleared schedule, I am determined to rest this weekend. Getting healthy is a priority.
Well, getting healthy and getting groceries, that is.
Anyway, I thought I'd start the recovery process with a nice lie-in this morning. But sleeping in just never seems to work well for me. I'll never understand why I have to drag myself out of bed on a workday, but am wide awake at the dawn on the weekend. It's really not fair.
If my internal alarm clock didn't sound at 5:15 or so, the furbabies would certainly make sure I get up.
Our last kitty, Jet, had a habit of strumming the blinds, while sitting just out of arm's reach. Clever. She's also the kitty that I caught unwinding the toilet paper roll because it was interesting to watch. But that's another story altogether.
Our new babies have their own tricks. Ben wanders the house, crying at the top of his lungs. He sounds like a baby - a literal baby - that's being tortured. Or maybe I'm projecting my feelings of being tortured onto him. It's all the same, really.
Bridget likes to hop on the bed, wander up to my head and stick her nose on mine. The feeling of something breathing right on your face is a slightly unsettling way to wake up. If that, for some reason, doesn't wake me, she hops on the furniture and looks for things to knock on the floor. After item #2 falls on the floor with a thud, I'm usually getting up.
She doesn't realize that I'm getting up with a mind to kill her. I think she probably doesn't care - I've gotten up and that was the end goal.
Now that I'm wide awake, and they've been fed and fussed with, they're sound asleep. It's 8:45. This seems somewhat unfair.
I wish I was a cat.
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I have a similar experience now with Amani. Her internal alarm is 5 a.m., at which point she commences with racing from one end of the house to the other, pouncing on my bed and attacking whatever it is that is moving under the covers (usually my foot or knee).
ReplyDeleteLately, she's taken to bringing in one of her bell balls and chasing it on and off the bed. It was very tempting this morning to put her outside my bedroom and close the door. But, the ensuing scratching at the door which I anticipated put the kibosh on that.
Gotta love kitties! :)
At least you get to sleep until dawn. My dear kitty seems to think that she needs my attention somewhere between 1 and 3 every morning. She'll do laps around the bedroom, jumping from the bed to my nightstand to the dresser to the floor to the bed... I have to get up and show her that there is indeed still food in her bowl. Then, all is well.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll start pointing out the food bowl to her before I try to turn in for the night.
I love cat stories!!
ReplyDeleteI am always up before our dog gets up. Maybe the problem is cats!
ReplyDeleteI was awake every hour on the hour last night and we don't have a cat or a dog!
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