Welcome to June... with a hint of bitterness
Last night was absolutely god-awful. So, my foster cat has apparently not been spayed and is in heat. Translation for you non-cat owners [so jealous of you people right now]: she is constantly meowing and scratching on things or rubbing up against them and knocking them over. How about a second level of translation, ie what does that mean for Chris? That means this is how Chris's sleep schedule went last night.
Step 1) attempt to fall asleep at 12:30.
Step 2) actually fall asleep somewhere closer to the neighborhood of 1:45.
Step 3) Wake up at 4:10 to the cat incessantly crying out for some kitty dick.
Step 4) Try to ignore and go back to sleep.
Step 5) Fail miserably.
Step 6) At approximately 4:40, give up and throw the cat in the bathroom hoping that the sounds will be insulated. Oh wait, I forgot. Our doors are actually hollow (true story).
Step 7) 5:15, fall asleep while attempting to smother myself. Seriously, think of a pillow sandwich with Chris's head in the middle. Admittedly, not the brightest idea.
Step 8) Wake up at 6:35 when the kitten decided to start rubbing my airhole... when stuck in a pillow sandwich, always keep your airways clear *note to cat*.
Step 9) Begrudingly get out of bed at 7:45. Ta dah!
Our dumpsters have pulled a GOB-like illusion. Seriously. Every dumpster in our apartment complex is gone. I doubt they sunk them with explosives, but honestly, how did I miss this? It's not like you can quietly drag one off in the middle of the night.
Step 1) attempt to fall asleep at 12:30.
Step 2) actually fall asleep somewhere closer to the neighborhood of 1:45.
Step 3) Wake up at 4:10 to the cat incessantly crying out for some kitty dick.
Step 4) Try to ignore and go back to sleep.
Step 5) Fail miserably.
Step 6) At approximately 4:40, give up and throw the cat in the bathroom hoping that the sounds will be insulated. Oh wait, I forgot. Our doors are actually hollow (true story).
Step 7) 5:15, fall asleep while attempting to smother myself. Seriously, think of a pillow sandwich with Chris's head in the middle. Admittedly, not the brightest idea.
Step 8) Wake up at 6:35 when the kitten decided to start rubbing my airhole... when stuck in a pillow sandwich, always keep your airways clear *note to cat*.
Step 9) Begrudingly get out of bed at 7:45. Ta dah!
Our dumpsters have pulled a GOB-like illusion. Seriously. Every dumpster in our apartment complex is gone. I doubt they sunk them with explosives, but honestly, how did I miss this? It's not like you can quietly drag one off in the middle of the night.
posted by Hoss | 9:43 AM
1 Comments:
haha. you were hiding!! and...just be grateful the kitty didnt do what unspayed puppies do...that is, get their period...without a pad/tampon. :) I'm just saying--it could always be worse. hehe.
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