Thursday, March 29, 2012
So, as you probably know, life has been super stressful recently. Sleep is suppose to be a great remedy for calming ones nerves. Unless you have a kitty who thinks bed time for you is play time for him. Meet my snuggle buddy, Nicholas:
His favorite toy is a bandaid. He usually gets his own box for his b-day in Aug. but last night, it wasn't his beloved bandaid with which he awakened me. Oh no, it was way more fun than a bandaid.
He isn't allowed outside-outside, but he does play in the garage and when we don't have seeds sprouting, the sunroom. Last night when I let him in, I didn't realize that he had a gift with him. Yup, you guessed it, he had caught a mouse in the garage and brought it in to show how mighty he is. Only, it was still alive so when he dropped it, the mouse took off. I was screaming my head off. "Get it! Get it!" and he did. But instead of bringing it back to me, he started down stairs to the basement where he promptly dropped it again. We looked and looked for the stupid thing. No luck. It had disappeared into my crafting area. Crap.
Two hours later, Nicky came upstairs and when I woke up, he was chasing the stupid mouse on MY BED! Crap, again. I trapped it in my bedspread and got it outside to let it free but yuck! I know he loves me and I love him back but he needs to learn that the way to a girl's heart is not with rodents. Ick!
Does getting my heart rate up that high in the middle of the night count as cardio? So much for a restful night's sleep. Ugh.