07 December 2009

Happiness is....spoiled kitties...and my side of the bed

I'm over warm, comforter on, comforter off, feet covered, feet uncovered, flip-flop, flip-flop. Crack an eye at the clock to try to see what time it is. I don't know why I'm looking, I can't see it without my glasses on. Is it time to get up yet? Probably not, the radio alarm hasn't gone off, it's set for 0145 AM.

Gawd, the kitties have forgotten they only get to sleep on half the bed. They can't be that cold! Turn on the light. They're offended and glare at me. "Too bad." I mutter plucking 1,2,3,4 bodies from my side of the bed unceremoniously dumping them among their brothers, sisters, and cousins. Everyone is disturbed and takes flight in a huff.

Know what? I'm disturbed, too. You disturbed my sleep! "Now go away! You only get half the bed to sleep on." I thrash around a few minutes straightening the covers, punching pillows and getting settled again. More exodous from the bed. Light out, I try to find a comfortable position, thinking....maybe I have an hour before I have to get up.

About the time I drop off to a good snooze, leap, leap, one by one, here they come again. My side of the bed is not an option as they try to settle around my legs. Vindictively, I wait until they're almost settled and then....I flip the blanket off carrying then with...thud, thud, thud, scatter, scatter. They hit the floor and are gone again-just temporarily though, I know they will be back. They don't give in easily.

The logical solution would be to banish them from the bedroom and close the door, shut them out. I don't know why, but I can't sleep with the door closed. Next logical solution would be to toss them outside. It's freezing out---not a good idea as much as I would like to. They have good hidey-holes to crawl up into in the living room. (At least I think they're good hidey-holes, I don't know how they think.) Their kennels (five and four chairs) with clean 'binkies' are there for them, and I left the heat on out there, too. Even my TV chair is a favored nesting spot for them.

Well, I'm gonna give up on getting anymore 'quality' sleep....light on again, glasses in place, I head for the kitchen to start the coffee pot. It's only 0130 AM, but that's all right. Maybe, (wishful thinking it is), I'll be able to drink the whole pot before I have to walk to the neighbors at 0250AM to stay with the eight, no nine year old. She had a birthday last week.

I'm followed, they haunt me, and they're under foot while I make the coffee. "Someone is going to get stepped on." I remind them as I shuffle my feet along the floor. I get the food out, ready and set the dishes on the floor for them. Gingerly stepping over them, I open the door for the ones that want to go out. I slip into my flip-flops and head oustide to retrieve the dish I left ouside overnight, they follow me there, too. It's definitely nippy out here this morning.

Back inside, they're finally settling into eating mode, maybe I can make it to the bathroom without stepping on anyone. Not happening! There's always a lagger and he/she (I don't know which one it is) scoots out of the bedroom as I turn the corner for the bathroom. We collide and theres' a yowl of outrage, and then it's gone. Oh well, nothing new here. You'd think they would learn my feet are hazardous. Maybe one day soon, they'll figure it out, I can hope, can't I?

Gee, the coffee smells awfully good this morning. Pouring a cup, I head for the table to find my cigarettes and check the clock. Yep, I still smoke. I pull a sweater on and head outside for this early indulgence.

The sky is nearly overcast. The late rising moon, what's left of it, is a blur behind the clouds scudding across the sky. A storm is coming. The light breeze carries the refreshing smell of the creosote bush which can only be smelled after a rain or heavy dew.

Can't linger overlong over this cigarette, still have a few things to do before I go. Litter boxes, dishes, refill the dry food dishes inside and out, and bag the trash for the dumpster, which I'll drop on my way up the driveway. Oh yeah, I need to check my briefcase for paper and pens, so I can start this blog.

All is done and one last check of things before I head out. I take a quick head count to see who is in and who might be out. I decide to leave the door open a little so they can get in/out as they want to. I won't be back for a few hours and I don't know when the storm is going to hit.
I want them to be able to get out of the weather.

Are they spoiled? You bet!
Have a great day, everyone.