Sunday, September 23, 2007



I'm having considerable trouble sleeping. Not because I'm troubled within, but for two precise furry reasons- Patches and Janet. Patches belongs to my son, Peace. Janet belongs to my son, Wise One. Neither feline sleeps with his rightful owner. Patches has become too old to jump in and out of Peace's loft, much to Peace's chagrin. Janet has never slept with Wise One, and I'm altogether not sure Janet is particularly fond of Wise One.

So, where have Patches and Janet chosen as their preferred sleeping quarters? My room, of course. Patches is quite fond of the computer paper box just under my side window. Janet snoozes on the home school math paper resting atop my printer. My favorite time of night is when Janet decides to walk across the desk and send objects, like the keyboard, crashing to the floor at 3:02 a.m. The two outlaws scrath and meow to enter and exit and ungodly hours of the night- the wind often closes my doors randomly.

The logical solution would be to put the fuzzy pair outside for the night and forget about it. However, this simply adds to their bag of wiley cat tricks. For several weeks now, our windows have been open, since I nearly dropped dead after opening our last electric bill. With the ceiling fans circling, windows open, and cool fall breezes coming through, it's downright pleasant inside my home. Take that, Loudon County Utilities Board! Anyhow, the obnoxious kitties now have full access to madly claw the screens and protest loudly their utter disatisfaction with the outdoor option.

Next time you see me in the grocery store, you'll be able to answer the question, "Why does True look so very tired, lately?" You'll know it's the nocturnal habits of neurotic cats forced upon me.

By the way, Buck slumbers right through it.

7 comments:

Kat said...

You have my sympathy. We have the cat from the darkside, who was a stray that we were fostering until we could find him a home. Like that will ever happen. He has one speed: wide open. he attacks my feet in the night. He eats things that are NOT cat food. So far: a baked potato, a peanut butter sandwich, a piece of angel food cake, some sugar-free Twizzlers, a chocolate Easter bunny, and possibly most of a roll of toilet paper. Also, it would appear that his claws are not retractable. If he sleeps, I've never seen it. Enjoy your kitties!

truevyne said...

WIDE OPEN for a speed setting soundls like my son, Tater. Perhaps they could be friends. Unretractabe claws? Scary!

Anonymous said...

You should call me. You know I'll be wide awake!!! ahhhhh...
What I wouldn't give for a good nite's sleep! sista

truevyne said...

That bad, sis?

Anonymous said...

and them some... ;-(
sis

Kate said...

Why oh Why do the men in our lives sleep right through it?! I hear tumble rumble tumble just about every night because our cats cannot stay with their "beans" in bed... grrr i say, grrr!

almostgotit said...

Very nice text wrapping, True :)

We had the same problem until we finally decided we had to sleep... so cats go outside our bedroom and the door gets closed. The first night we had a lot of meows and scratchings... (which almost gave me post traumatic stress reactions as I recalled those nights with our first-born who also had such terrible troubles as a baby going even 30 minutes without us..) but after losing two years of sleep with that child, we sure weren't going to give up any more to our dumb cats (sweet though they BE!) and after a night or two, they learned to manage on their own. (We clean up the mauled toilet paper roles, Kat, the next MORNING!) xxoo