It seemed like such a nice night too, what with turning in bed early and anticipating an efficient effortless sleep, the only thing I forgot to factor in was the cat who is pretty much invisible if he doesn't want to be seen and he was nowhere about last night; sometime between reaching that absolute drowsy moment I heard a meow that meant itself to be heard, emanating from a window sill next to my bed.
It's the cat's way of informing that he's about to reach the balcony and that I like a dutiful slave should open the balcony door and let him in.
First order of business as soon as he came in was food, and knowing the ever starving darling I was quick to oblige, my head still knocking on sleep's door I went about this business as quick as I could, lest I miss the sleepy window.
Just as I was about to go all in a slumber mode, the cat meowed again, this time next to my head, obviously asking for something.
Second time I had to drag myself away from almost sleeping, trying to figure out the nature of his meows and position of his head I figured that his cat food wasn't enough and that the little bugger wanted a sort of tuna carnival.
Fine cat, here's your tuna, now I gotta sleep and so I muttered and went back to my bed. This time of course sleep wasn't as forthcoming, nor as kind as I'd last seen it. I was just beginning on my fifth toss to find that cozy spot that nursed me to sleep, that he meowed again.
What? I growled, albeit a lower decibel growl, for people were sleeping.
More food apparently. Fine fine, here it is, now I beg thee, my sweetness, please let me sleep.
It was already half past one and I waited some more time lest the cat wake me up again in need for some other refreshment, and I did see him stride into the room, landing ever so softly on my side of the bed, purring deep, coming in for a head bump, his way of showing affection, leaning in for a caress before forming into a ball and sleeping next to me.
My anger was a thing of vanishing retrospect when I heard him softly purr on being petted.
How could I ever be upset with this lovely little furball?
Surely I'm a monster, and with these thoughts, along with a resounding Phew! in my head I tried to sleep, and it did take time, but I was almost there, and I could swear I was in between dreams when I heard noises, odd sounds, which I knew to be exactly what they were. It's Gogi's way of trying to wake me up without obvious meowing by scratching at things, jumping on floors, loudly galloping like a horse from one room to another to the point that someone takes notice, and usually that someone is me, for I'm a bad sleeper.
Almost three, and he wanted to be let out.
Deep sigh tainted with murderous leanings. Alright pussy cat, out you go and maybe now I can sleep a little. Finally!
Sleep they say is for the wicked and people who don't own cats, for sometime around five there was a meow again, coming from outside the main door.
I had given up on sleep by now, and to say that I cursed would be to put it very feebly because I was annoyed to the very roots of my hair.
Irritatedly throwing open the doors, prepared to launch a mouthful of explicits at my cat and I almost broke down in tears at noticing that the poor creature was drenched and cold.
You poor baby, my sweet darling, what has happened to you?
Apparently it had begun to rain sometime after I let him out and the little thing got caught in the torrential downpour. How he made his way from wherever he was indulging in his nighttime reverie to my door is anyone's guess, but man he was wet and sad.
A quick toweling down, some food, a bit of milk and warmth under my sheets huddled next to my body where he immediately slept and I along with him.
None of us woke up till it was almost 8. I was late for the day, but that's alright.
The cat is still in the house, sleeping beside me while I type this on my study table.
It's raining still and will continue to do so for the rest of the day, including tomorrow and probably the whole month. It's rainy season here and I'm looking at a lot more similar sleepless nights.
Perhaps I should change my sleep cycle to match Gogi's. This way we could both be happy.
It's the cat's way of informing that he's about to reach the balcony and that I like a dutiful slave should open the balcony door and let him in.
First order of business as soon as he came in was food, and knowing the ever starving darling I was quick to oblige, my head still knocking on sleep's door I went about this business as quick as I could, lest I miss the sleepy window.
Just as I was about to go all in a slumber mode, the cat meowed again, this time next to my head, obviously asking for something.
Second time I had to drag myself away from almost sleeping, trying to figure out the nature of his meows and position of his head I figured that his cat food wasn't enough and that the little bugger wanted a sort of tuna carnival.
Fine cat, here's your tuna, now I gotta sleep and so I muttered and went back to my bed. This time of course sleep wasn't as forthcoming, nor as kind as I'd last seen it. I was just beginning on my fifth toss to find that cozy spot that nursed me to sleep, that he meowed again.
What? I growled, albeit a lower decibel growl, for people were sleeping.
More food apparently. Fine fine, here it is, now I beg thee, my sweetness, please let me sleep.
It was already half past one and I waited some more time lest the cat wake me up again in need for some other refreshment, and I did see him stride into the room, landing ever so softly on my side of the bed, purring deep, coming in for a head bump, his way of showing affection, leaning in for a caress before forming into a ball and sleeping next to me.
My anger was a thing of vanishing retrospect when I heard him softly purr on being petted.
How could I ever be upset with this lovely little furball?
Surely I'm a monster, and with these thoughts, along with a resounding Phew! in my head I tried to sleep, and it did take time, but I was almost there, and I could swear I was in between dreams when I heard noises, odd sounds, which I knew to be exactly what they were. It's Gogi's way of trying to wake me up without obvious meowing by scratching at things, jumping on floors, loudly galloping like a horse from one room to another to the point that someone takes notice, and usually that someone is me, for I'm a bad sleeper.
Almost three, and he wanted to be let out.
Deep sigh tainted with murderous leanings. Alright pussy cat, out you go and maybe now I can sleep a little. Finally!
Sleep they say is for the wicked and people who don't own cats, for sometime around five there was a meow again, coming from outside the main door.
I had given up on sleep by now, and to say that I cursed would be to put it very feebly because I was annoyed to the very roots of my hair.
Irritatedly throwing open the doors, prepared to launch a mouthful of explicits at my cat and I almost broke down in tears at noticing that the poor creature was drenched and cold.
You poor baby, my sweet darling, what has happened to you?
Apparently it had begun to rain sometime after I let him out and the little thing got caught in the torrential downpour. How he made his way from wherever he was indulging in his nighttime reverie to my door is anyone's guess, but man he was wet and sad.
A quick toweling down, some food, a bit of milk and warmth under my sheets huddled next to my body where he immediately slept and I along with him.
None of us woke up till it was almost 8. I was late for the day, but that's alright.
The cat is still in the house, sleeping beside me while I type this on my study table.
It's raining still and will continue to do so for the rest of the day, including tomorrow and probably the whole month. It's rainy season here and I'm looking at a lot more similar sleepless nights.
Perhaps I should change my sleep cycle to match Gogi's. This way we could both be happy.
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