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Those who do not comprehend how sleep deprivation can be a powerful instrument of psychological torture obviously have never owned a cat who likes to get up at 5:30 am, inspect the premises, and then loudly and continuously report back to you on what he's found.
Seriously. I was about ready to send him up in front of a UN Tribunal for violating the Geneva Convention. Every twenty fucking minutes it was something else. Hey hey hey look hey look hey look look hey hey look wake up and look let me back into the room damn you hey look look look. You're not supposed to interrupt REM sleep like that. Ow. Ow ow ow ow.
I think this was his revenge for my watching THE GODFATHER last night and hollering Jack Woltz's tirades at him. It makes him look ridiculous. AND A MAN IN MY POSITION CAN'T AFFORD TO BE MADE TO LOOK RIDICKILUS! Add to this the fact that Mr. The Cat is neither German nor Irish, so it's understandable why he was confused when I called him "my Kraut Mick friend."
But still. I need my REM sleep and get very upset when I do not get it. So as far as I was concerned this morning, Mr. The Cat could've gone and met himself a very nice tollbooth as long as it meant 45 more minutes of blessed dreamtime.
Seriously. I was about ready to send him up in front of a UN Tribunal for violating the Geneva Convention. Every twenty fucking minutes it was something else. Hey hey hey look hey look hey look look hey hey look wake up and look let me back into the room damn you hey look look look. You're not supposed to interrupt REM sleep like that. Ow. Ow ow ow ow.
I think this was his revenge for my watching THE GODFATHER last night and hollering Jack Woltz's tirades at him. It makes him look ridiculous. AND A MAN IN MY POSITION CAN'T AFFORD TO BE MADE TO LOOK RIDICKILUS! Add to this the fact that Mr. The Cat is neither German nor Irish, so it's understandable why he was confused when I called him "my Kraut Mick friend."
But still. I need my REM sleep and get very upset when I do not get it. So as far as I was concerned this morning, Mr. The Cat could've gone and met himself a very nice tollbooth as long as it meant 45 more minutes of blessed dreamtime.
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Date: 2006-06-27 02:47 pm (UTC)She paws my face. She bites my arm. She sits on my hip, or my chest, or my lower belly, or wheverever she determines is best to wake me.
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Date: 2006-06-27 03:16 pm (UTC)Though when I'm finally awake and puttering around and he feels especially directed, he'll lick my leg. God damn that cat is strange.
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Date: 2006-06-27 02:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-27 03:01 pm (UTC)It's 5:15 in the morning, and I get up and start to go pull my clothes on to go out for a run.
Me: *stealth stealth stealth try not to wake my partners stealth stealth*
Greebo: Hey hey hey hey HEY HEY you're awake LET ME OUT do you want to hear about all the air molecules LOOK THERE ARE STAIRS is it time for treats WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?
Me: *quiet but deadly voice* look, your other humans get to sleep for three more hours--that is, if you don't wake them up. You GO OUT NOW.
The cat is cute. But he is also annoying.
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Date: 2006-06-27 03:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-27 03:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-27 03:20 pm (UTC)The cats were duly ejected and the door closed at 4am...
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Date: 2006-06-27 03:22 pm (UTC)Ziggy has decided that if I'm not up at five thirty, THE WORLD WILL FUCKING COME TO A GODDAMN END BETH OKAY GET UP GET UP MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO
I'm thinking of taking up the violin.
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Date: 2006-06-27 03:33 pm (UTC)I'm pretty sure this is going to be a perfectly good strategy when/if I have kids, too. Oh yeah, I got it all figured out.
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Date: 2006-06-27 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-27 06:23 pm (UTC)She is the sweetest, happiest dog I've ever known, but I'm not convinced it makes up for the 5:00am howls. Beagles are serious howlers. Had I known this a year ago, I'd have probably told my wife to find a different breed.
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Date: 2006-06-28 01:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-28 04:24 am (UTC)Can't use that strategy on the baby though.
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Date: 2006-06-28 01:45 pm (UTC)"Hello! I sleep 21.5 hours a day just so that I can wake you up at 4:00 AM to demand food. No, I know I never ever ever get fed at 4:00 AM, but it can't hurt to try, can it?
"What? you're not awake? Have a headbutt. Hmm, still faking sleep, huh? How about if I jump up on your shelves and start knocking everything over. This pile of change? Gone. Your little sculptures? Crash. The German beer stein? Wobble-
"Oh! You're awake! And you've picked me up! This must mean I'm getting food after all! And...
"Hey! Why'd you kick me out of your room and close the door?
"Hmpf. Just wait 'til he figures out why I'm hungry."
And that's usually when I step in cat sick.
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Date: 2006-06-28 02:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-30 04:05 am (UTC)For example, I used to have a housemate that had a cat (that was before I found out I am very allergic to cats). Said cat had a nasty habit of throwing up regularly when he didn't get what he wanted pronto. I was naive enough to think the cat was sick, so one day I'm at the supermarket and see a product for fur balls; it helpfully explained that it would make the problem go away and that cats *loved* the flavor and all you had to do was to put a dab of the product on top of their paws or, if that failed, on top of their nose. So I decided to try. The cat threw up and I went and put some of the paste on top of his paw, which *really* displeased him to no end, and he ended up shaking the paste away from his paw without eating any... "A-ha!", thought I, "that's why they say 'try the top of their noses'!, eh?" and the next few times the cat threw up, I helpfully put some paste on top of his nose. Which also displeased him to no end. But you know what? After three days or so, that cat stopped throwing up all over the house. The few times he threw up seemed to be because he genuinely got sick or had a nasty fur ball, and even then, he'd run into his litterbox to throw up. And that was just fine with us too. ;-)
Good luck!