i’m not actually writing this at three a.m., but it kind of feels like it, except it’s not dark. it’s a little after eight – at 7:30, some cat kept marching into the bedroom with one big MEOW, and then marching back out. this happened over and over – i thought it was lester, who had been coming in every hour since, oh, 4:30, climbing up on me, purring and demanding to be petted.
when i opened my eyes, though, it was chester. he WANTED TO GET OUTSIDE. so it was a bad precedent, letting them out in the morning to frolic in the fenced-in yard, cause now, clearly, that’s what they expect.
anyway, three a.m. – i got up and there was chester in the bathroom, rolling on the floor and being so cute that i had to pet him. lately he hasn’t been so cute; he bullies and terrorized poor winnie a lot, which is maddening for all.
but he was being so darling in the middle of the night that i sat there on the floor playing with him. he then trotted into the living room and we sat on the couch as he continued to be a happy, playful kitty – he even played with the feather stick a little bit, which he hasn’t been doing lately. he dragged it onto the floor and i wondered if maybe i couldn’t go back to bed. i wanted to bond with chester, but i wished it was not the middle of the night.
chester looked towards the bedroom, and in marched lester, carrying one of his rolled-up socks. he had the one, then he took another one, then yesterday kevin watched him dig under a pile of clean clothes in the laundry room and pull out a third pair. soon all our floors will be covered with socks.
shortly after lester arrived, chester perked up again and lester ran to the basement stairs. there was poor winnie, sitting there. oh boy, why did he have to get out of the safe bed?
i sat on the stair petting him until suddenly chester ZOOMED over in attack mode and chased winnie into the labyrinth that is the basement. winnie disappeared behind a huge stack of guitars and i managed to drag chester out and get him out of there.
enough already. winnie walked to the litter box while i kept watch; chester continued to lurk at the top of the stairs. i carried winnie to the safety of our bed and things were calm for a couple of minutes.
and then the licking started – mollie, that is. clearly there’s something wrong with a paw or something because she kept loudly licking and licking and licking for what seemed like pretty much forever.
after that there were brief periods of calm but at some point winnie left the bed again and huge CRASHES came from the closet behind us. god knows what was going on in there, but i refused to get up.
so now i feel like i really didn’t sleep past three. little bit tired.
what’s the answer here? amy and jim don’t let their cats sleep in their bedroom, and their dogs are quiet and good all night, for the most part.
it would be best to sequester chester somewhere, but where? if we shut him in another part of the house, somebody wouldn’t have access to the litter box, which wouldn’t do. where to put another litter box? it would have to be someplace where mollie couldn’t get at it.
it’s too much to think about on monday morning. all the animals are peacefully sleeping right now of course, because they have no plans or obligations for the day.
that’s the thing; they need to be enrolled in school or they need jobs they have to go to or something, so they’d sleep all night long instead of creeping cat-like all over the place.
ok then,
mrs. monday morning hughes.