Wednesday morning
Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaktwosLast night a chill pervaded the house. I suppose the temperature dropped just a bit with the rains. It has been raining steadily since last night, as far as I can tell.
Having gone to bed a little earlier than normal to catch up on some rest, it was divinely fitting that something should spook my cats in the middle of the night such that Sascha did some Anne-awaking pirouette at about 3:30 in the morning.
Upon being disturbed in such a fashion, my bladder squealed, "Hey! Now I'm up too! And I (we) have NEEDS." Sigh. I went to answer the natural call of relief and slumped back under the covers. Then I awake for a bit postulating what could have caused my cats to react in such a fashion. Of course, since I wasn't fully awake, my subconscious got in on the action and decided to postulate that perhaps there was an insect on my bedspread that they were startled by. Despite my rational self debunking that notion by remembering that cats would have hunted the spider down, not performed kitty ballet, I drifted to sleep dreaming of nasty insects.
Hoo-ray.
But, hey, I got up on time, with plenty of time for me to relax and read the news before work.
Sometimes my cats look at me so intently, I wonder if one day, they'll evolve just a bit more and successfully be able to impersonate my every move and mannerism and then take over my identity!
*Looks at their paws*
Well, as long as they don't gain fingers, I'll be good.
Having gone to bed a little earlier than normal to catch up on some rest, it was divinely fitting that something should spook my cats in the middle of the night such that Sascha did some Anne-awaking pirouette at about 3:30 in the morning.
Upon being disturbed in such a fashion, my bladder squealed, "Hey! Now I'm up too! And I (we) have NEEDS." Sigh. I went to answer the natural call of relief and slumped back under the covers. Then I awake for a bit postulating what could have caused my cats to react in such a fashion. Of course, since I wasn't fully awake, my subconscious got in on the action and decided to postulate that perhaps there was an insect on my bedspread that they were startled by. Despite my rational self debunking that notion by remembering that cats would have hunted the spider down, not performed kitty ballet, I drifted to sleep dreaming of nasty insects.
Hoo-ray.
But, hey, I got up on time, with plenty of time for me to relax and read the news before work.
Sometimes my cats look at me so intently, I wonder if one day, they'll evolve just a bit more and successfully be able to impersonate my every move and mannerism and then take over my identity!
*Looks at their paws*
Well, as long as they don't gain fingers, I'll be good.
