I hate to admit it, but sometimes that boy of mine is right. (Though I'm not going to tell him)
As I may have mentioned before, when Dave is here overnight, the cats get put in the basement when we go to bed (it's not that bad, they have their own futon down there loaded with blankies). He's a light sleeper, and unlike me, can't tune out their nocturnal antics.
Though honestly, when he's not here, there are no nocturnal antics. Rocky curls up on my hip, Tux passes out on my feet, and Peno sleeps in her special bed under the window.
Well usually there's no antics...
... until this morning.
For whatever reason, my two lovely boys were determined that five hours sleep was more than enough for me this morning.
It all started at 5:30 a.m. with Tux, when I awoke to the sound of someone trying to throw up on my head. I rolled over, bleary-eyed, to stare into the face of a cat who's about to bring up who knows what all over my pillow - not pretty.
I hastily grabbed him and put him on the floor. The floor is hardwood, and much easier to clean puke from than my bed (or my hair). And guess what..? All heaving stopped! Cold. No puke, no hairball, nothing... I think it was a ploy...
... because then Rocky decide I'd had enough sleep. He jumped on the dresser, my head, annoyed Peno, howled, played with his noisiest toys... anything he could think of to keep me awake. And it was much crueler than just making noise... the little brat would wake me up, I'd yell at him, he'd stop and wait just long enough for me to drift back to sleep before he'd do something new to wake me up again.
At 7 a.m. I finally kicked him out of the bedroom and shut the door - so he just sat at it and howled for another hour until I finally got up.
I'm not sure if Dave's coming tonight - but even if he's not it might still be basement time for the kitties.
No knitting content for today - or who knows how long. I managed to complete another section on Citron yesterday, but I had to put it down early because my wrists and thumbs began to ache something fierce.
When you work on a computer all day and then knit all night, it's only a matter of time before Carpal Tunnel kicks in. If I rest it for a few days, I should be okay - but that means I have to find something other to do than knitting - I'm starting with laundry. It's not nearly as much fun as knitting, but it needs to be done.