I know the world is sharply divided between dog lovers and cat lovers, so those of you who dress your four-legged friend in jeans and a bandana may want to skip this blog.
I’m suffering this morning from “restless cat syndrome”. I’m not sure what her problem was last night, but Babe, Robert’s twelve-year-old cat, who for some reason still lives with us, went wild and woke us up at midnight and 2am and 2:30… She normally sleeps soundly at the foot of our bed for the entire night. But this morning she ran around the kitchen, turned over the rug, jumped on the counter and knocked over a plastic bowl of candy, and then attacked the pepper shaker on the table. At 3am I finally gave her a can of cat food and some kitty treats, figuring that a full stomach would put her back to sleep. Thankfully it worked for her, but not for me. I’m going to be running on coffee today! Robert, if you are reading this I hope you feel at least a little bit guilty! lol
It’s been a strange week in many ways. Lots of challenges and of course more rain. And now cold. I guess we will adjust, but I’m really not ready for winter. I’m a warm weather person. Cold and wet are not my favorite forecasts. And inside is not my favorite place to be. Perhaps that was Babe’s problem. She heard the howling of the wind and wanted to protest the coming changes.
Babe is a good cat to have around in the winter. If I’m sitting she is usually on my lap, providing a little extra warmth. And she loves blankets so I usually have one of those, too. We’re both good at napping. We both love to eat. Maybe that is why Robert doesn’t take her home.
I guess I will forgive her for this morning’s escapade.
We’ve all had those times when we go a little crazy.