Thursday, May 28, 2009
Why Cats Sleep in the Day Time
I'm not speaking to the cats today. I woke up this morning with fleas in my bed and one hairy spider crawling over my thigh. Jumped out of bed screaming and flailing, got tangled in the blankets and fell over onto my air cleaning machine which I hope I didn't break. Cats scattered. My fault, I should never allow them in the bedroom. All the books say, the bedroom should be sancrosanct, no TV, no pets, no multi-purpose - the bedroom should be for sleep and love. Cat's really don't give a _________ what the books say. They yowl, they claw at the door and the carpet under it, they fight outside the door until I have to make a value decision on which disturbance I would rather put up with, yowling, clawing doors, sounds of in-fighting - or their invasion of my sanctuary. Perhaps this is preparing me for dog duty in the next six weeks....
Immediately when I woke up, I had my coffee and still in underwear and a T-shirt, did the unthinkable - I rubbed flea medicine into their stiff, ornery little necks (this really ticks them off) and stripped the bed for washing of everything.
Now moving on to pick up the house, wash my hair - I took a 5 a.m. shower - couldn't sleep - remake the bed with clean linens - have to pickup Grandson - only two more days of school left. The fridge is full of incredibly fresh, delicious fruit! Sun is shining, but the sky is graying a bit, making ready for our daily afternoon showers. I am also going to vacuum the carpet and wake the dang cats up.