So, why was I so darn tired? Well, my rascally cat has gotten into the habit of staying out all night being his rascally self and then sitting on the deck outside our bedroom window and waiting...waiting...waiting for any sign of stirring within. This could be a sniff of the nose, an adjustment of the pillow, a rolling over to the other side...he doesn't care if it's a true sign of getting up or not.
He commences meowing. And meowing. And MEOWING! I dunno about Dave, but I pulled the quilt over my head and ignored the feline nuisance. Betting Dave did the same. We don't want to train him that we'll get up any old time he meows and let him in, right?
Well, round about 6:30 I did go ahead and get up. I was at the grocery store by 7:30, came home and did a whole lotta other productive stuff, and by 12:30 I was bushed.
Thinking I'm gonna trap the cat inside tonight. Maybe I'll even wake him up early with a little "hello" action (that's "meow" in English). Yeah, that'll show him.
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