I almost forgot the nightly marauder that is my cat, sincere as a clock in his pesky scratchings of the bedpost to wake up a poor soul who'd feed him and let him out predictably at 3 in the morning, that time of night when sleep feels just right, but these are not the villainous feline's beliefs and it was my turn this morning when the sudden noise emanating from somewhere above woke me with a start and I was almost about to grab our emergency bag of supplies and clothing stashed under the bed for emergency purposes like tsunami or apocalypse that a furry tail found its way on my face and with both a sigh of relief and groan of despair I remembered that this was/is a frequent nighttime situation.
Almost two months of uninterrupted sleep had spoilt me and this was exactly the jolt my system didn't need.
Trudging, yawning, cursing while being almost disoriented I did the needful except the cat wasn't interested in going out of the house and instead snuggled himself to sleep on my bed while I slept at an odd diagonal angle.
Now it feels like home.
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