I was angry this morning simply because I'd been trying to get some sleep but the kitten seems to be fascinated with everything and spent most part of the night jumping, try to chew my hair, pull at my night shirt and run amuck on the bed much to my chagrin because she is so tiny and going to sleep would mean tossing and turning and squashing her under my considerable weight.
I mean she's not even 500g yet.
I've made bread loaves heavier than her and so I fed her and put her in another room so I could catch on some sleep except she cried and meowed with such heartbroken warble in D flat that I had no choice but to bring her back in my room where she again proceeded to be the bandit queen I'd never imagined her to be..it was like she wasn't even trying to sleep and it wasn't until 3 that finally she quieted down for an hour and woke up again with renewed will and vigour and all this compounded with a sulking cat who still isn't ready to make friends with the little one and has resorted to only coming in the house to eat, spending rest of time assuming a gargoyle like stance on the ledge and I spend a lot of energy and time just trying to either segregate the two or watching over them lest they begin snarling and fighting.
The senior cat also decided to begin meowing outside to be let in all the while the kitten treated my bed and body like an express highway.
Around 4 in the am when I gave up on sleep I found my knives that needed sharpening and the next two hours were spent amidst scraping and sloughing of the knife one of which I literally beat into a newer design and blade.
I am happy with my handiwork.
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