The other day I noticed M was really tired and grumpy at me and I couldn’t
for the life of me figure out why. As far as I could see nothing was out of the
ordinary; my friskie bowl was full of my favourite food group, my water bowl was
sparkly clean and topped up. Plus it was just gone 10am and I was just lounging
in the sun settling in for a nice long nap on the couch.
Here I was in my happy place, so why was M yawning all the time
and glaring across at me, giving me the evil eye?
If I could understand peep-speak I’d have no problem deciphering
what she was saying to me but I don’t think M realises that when she’s talking
to me all I hear is blah, blah, blah, Minnie Moo, blah, blah, blah Mins oh and the
blah, blah, blah, Minnie Moo it’s Friskie time! Seriously I understand nothing,
nada, niente, zip of what M’s saying.
I know it’s good when she gives me cuddles, hugs and tickles me on
the head. But all those words just whisk right over my cute little ears.
But with M yawning away, it did get me thinking as to why I was
zonked too. The big clock hand had just gone past 10 o’clock in the morning and
instead of wanting to get out and enjoy the day, Mr Sandman was paying my eyes
a visit and making them all tired and sleepy.
Before I was lost to nap-land I cast my mind all the way back to
the middle of the night and me waking up ready to start my activities at the
reasonable hour of one o’clock in the morning. Naturally if I was up M had to
be up too as she knows I’m not certified to operate a door handle to open the
door. M was the only one up to this task.
Instead of giving me hugs and cuddles M just picked me up, opened
the door and plonked me outside. What’s up with her? Anyway I didn’t have time
to think about that deep stuff right I had a little cat business to tend to. A little sniffing around, doing my neighbourhood patrol, dispatching of some
unwanted stuff in the garden and checking up on the bigger anipals living in
the paddock across the road, oh and playing with the bunny rabbits too. After a
couple of hours of ‘work’ it was time for me to take a break.
Now as I mentioned I am door challenged so to let M know it was
time to let me back inside I did what I always do, tap, tap, tapping the door repeatedly while miaow-ing a Chinese Opera at the top of my voice.
Finally M opened the door, saying things I couldn’t understand, to
let me inside. Glancing at the clock I could make out the big hand had just
gone 3am. For most of us cats, this is lunch time.
Having filled up on friskies and after taking a power nap on the bed ‘lunch’
was over it was time for me to get on with being a cat. Once again the clock
told me all I needed to know, it was 4.30am. The perfect time for us cats to
catch a performance of the bird dawn chorus.
Naturally as I have door issues I had no choice but to wake up M
to let me outside.
So this morning the friskie dropped! M and I are on opposite sides
of the clock. When M’s sleeping I’m awake and wanting to go out and do cats
stuff and while I’m napping on and off throughout the day, M’s behind her
computer, tip, tap, typing away on her work stuff.
But now I think M’s trying to tire me out throughout the day and
change my sleeping times, every time I drop off to nap during the day she wakes
me up and puts me outside to play. Little does she know I just find a sunny
spot to snooze the day away!
Ah well I guess our internal alarm clocks are set to opposite and
at the end of a sleepless night that what makes us special and different. Or, loveable and annoying.
We never had this problem in our old house coz I could just jump
in and out of the window. Where we live now has huge floor to ceiling windows
so my jumping in and out days are over and a cat door is out of the question.
I’m sure M will make it her life mission to ‘train’ me to sleep
when she sleeps. No promises but hey I’ll try.
Sweet Dreams,
Yours in friskies, Minnie Moo xxx
Hey if you can't sleep read my tails!