It’s 4:10am.

I try to ignore them.

Girl cat is walking on me. Sits down hard on my stomach.

Boy cat is on the floor scratching the side of the bed.

Boy cat chases girl cat.

It’s 4:30 am.

“Fine.” I get up and feed the cats.

Now I’m up, I have to pee.

Back in bed.

What day is it? Right.

It’s 5:00 am.

I have a long task list today.

Plus, there’s this, that and the other thing to take care of.

It’s 5:30 am.

Girl cat jumps on bed, goes back eats some more, jumps on bed, goes back and eats some more.

Boy cat is done eating and sits on bedside table whining for attention.

It’s 6:00 am.

Boy cat jumps on top of bookshelf and starts knocking things off. Girl cat sits on me, watching him. Boy cat jumps off top of bookshelf and lands on my legs.

It’s 6:30 am.

Boy cat is curled up between Daddy’s legs, purring.

Girl cat is sleeping on my pillow.

It’s time for me to get up.

This is Catsomnia.

*Dedicated to those suffering from the same affliction.



Filed under Random Wickhamness

3 responses to “Catsomnia

  1. And then there’s the sound of the cat throwing up her wee hours nosh, which sends me scurrying for the paper towels before I can even get my eyes open!

    You know what we are in this scenario…we’re pussy whipped.

  2. My cat breaks water glasses to get at the water.

    And then won’t drink the water when it’s scattered all over the floor.

    … I can never sleep peacefully.

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