To Sleep, perchance, to stay that way

I don’t know what Kitty is going to do once Nephdog comes at the end of the month. He’s going to be staying with us for two weeks this time and Kitty is going to be unhappy. Having the other dog in the house really curtails his nightly tours. I think I’m going to move back upstairs while Nephdog is visiting because I think he’s the type to listen for people sounds and whine about it and my room is just down the hall from the room the office slash dog room. I would put the dogs upstairs and that was my original plan, but I just got that space all tided up and I don’t want to have it end up all doggy – that and if I’m the one staying up there I don’t have to run the window unit all day and all night.

I love my cat. I love Kitty so much that when he woke me up at 3am this morning I didn’t kill him! It didn’t even cross my mind until he woke me up again at 5:15 and 5:45! At that point I was thinking about what I need glove wise for the winter and how many I could make out of him - at 3 am, I’m not up to that much thought, what I was really thinking was “Feed Cat Now”, I didn’t get into much more detail until a quarter to six or so and then I was more awake and better able to tackle things like patterns and sizes and styles.

I got up at 3 to feed him because I didn’t want him to wake the Dogger up as well. Dogger has much bigger lungs and a larger library of available noises to make. Kitty doesn’t make a lot of noise himself but he can play the house like a piano, his big finish is to tip over the knife rack in the kitchen while he causes the salt and pepper shakers to tumble over and then he makes his move on the dishwashing detergent and my purse. Those together make a lovely crashing sound. I know he’s really annoyed with me since I straighten up the kitchen and took away some of his instruments he had been using to let me know he needed attention. I got rid of an old phone book he needed for slamming off the counter and I put away my George Foreman™ so he can’t make it make plastic sounds.

I know he’s pissed that I got rid of a lot of old magazines in the living room. He really enjoyed letting those slid to the floor and then shredding them. He must be upset about it but he hasn’t said anything about it to me but I think he’s still recovering for his 24 hour flu experience. I’m sure he’ll leave me a meowmo about it soon enough.

Because Kitty hasn’t slept well this week, neither have I. I would really like to go to sleep and stay that way but Kitty thinks we, as a household need to spend more time together and he’s made it his mission to bring us all together as much as he can whenever he can – anyway he can. I’ve read where cats sleep like 18-20 hours a day, so far I have not seen any conclusive evidents of this with Kitty. Kitty doesn’t sleep. Maybe this is what is wrong with Kitty! Maybe he just needs a good sleep aid! Maybe because he was separated from his mother cat too soon and he doesn’t know he’s supposed to sleep all the time? Maybe he needs a sleep coach? Maybe I should send him to sleep away camp? Rent him The Big Sleep? Dress him in sleepers in hopes he would get the idea? Anything…