Another day, another morning waking up with the spud… and, I suspect, tonight will be no different. He’s been breaking out sobbing in his sleep every ten minutes or so again and once we turn out the lights and go to bed and everything gets dark and quiet he wakes up and worries - and if he doesn’t feel right and can’t settle back down, then that’s it for us.
I think we both quite like having him in bed with us as long as it’s not every night and if he’s sleeping soundly then it’s kind of ok. Last night he made it across around 3am again and unlike the night before, once he was in with us he actually didn’t stir again which was great. The main trouble is Sammy who is getting a little batty in his dotage and forgets that he has a perfectly serviceable and clean litterbox in the cellar and begs to be let out around 5am. If we ignore him then he scratches at the catflap making enough noise to wake the people three doors down and if we ignore THAT then he does the bladder dance all over us, tromping up one and down the other taking especial care to dig his paws into as many soft areas as possible, yowling all the way. If the noise wasn’t enough to wake the spud then the feeling of kitty paws in his belly certainly is and then we have a wide-awake child gleefully chasing the cat around the bed. Good Morning!
Tomorrow, weather permitting, Spuddy and I are going to the zoo where, if the last visit was any indicator, he will go down the tunnels into the mere-cat lookout and refuse to leave for an hour then spend fifteen minutes shoving his hand up a pig’s nose before racing to the stationary tractor and refusing to get off for any child come hell, high water or ice-cream.
Now to get a few hours sleep before our four-in-a-bed 5am romp.