Like a song you can’t stop singing, this famous one-liner from Frankenstein is stuck in my head: “It’s ALIVE!!”
Because It’s Alive. All. The. Time.
And because I’m losing sleep.
[I suppose I should provide an update to Pyewacket’s peeing problem for those who may have missed it. A trip to the vet confirmed her peeing outside of the box was not “creative thinking” on her part, but was behavioral in nature. The vet suggested I keep doing what I started the night before: sequestering her in a small room with only her food, water, bed, and litter box until she learned to use ONLY the litter box. After every couple days without any “creative peeing”, I expanded her territory to include some of the areas and items once peed-on (but now cleaned). After a successful week she was given full access again.
It’s been a couple weeks since the visit to the vet, and one whole week out of kitty confinement, and all seems well. In fact, the sequestering seems to enhanced her already sweet disposition, she’s even more cuddly than before.]
Now to explain why the phrase “It’s ALIVE!” is running incessantly through my head…
At night when it’s time to go to sleep and I snuggle in bed, Pyewacket thinks this is A: The Time of The Great Grooming, and B: The Time of The Attack of The Bed Sheets
While both of those titles are a bit self-explanatory, I feel the need to further elaborate.
In regards to The Time of The Great Grooming, yes, it’s wonderful she’s such a fastidious kitty, but to groom for 30 minutes, in bed, while propped against my sleeping leg seems unnecessary at best, and a tad inconsiderate.
Once The Great Grooming is complete, it’s then time for her self-initiated Attack of The Bed Sheets. Yeah, yeah, this is all very cute. But just imagine trying to sleep while Every. Wrinkle. in the blankets gets attacked. When the wrinkles appear to offer no response to the attack, she pounces on my legs by bounding on to one and then right off it and on to the other. *sigh*
Believe me, I play with and try to “tire her out” as if she were a three-year-old kid. It worked for a couple nights. But the last two nights at around 2:00 a.m. I have given up hope that Pye would eventually fall asleep, and opted to block her from the bedroom.
This is what she’s doing right now and what she does all day…
But then I get THIS adorable face looking up at me when I’m trying to nap (because I’m sleep-deprived)…
So if I seem incoherent now or in the near future, we will blame it on the cuteness of kitties, even if they do have more energy than the Energizer Bunny.