IT WAS THE WORST BIT OF SLEEP I'VE EVER HAD, AND I'VE HAD 'EM ALL OVER THE WORLD

[spatch]

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.

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That's like the first time I cat-sitted for Mare a couple of Christmases ago. I felt sorry for them and left my door open when I went to bed (Christmas vacay so I went to sleep around 2-2:30am). The cats, however, decided they did not want to cuddle. They were bored. And so I had kitties constantly coming in and being noisy and making sure that I had no chance of getting to sleep.
The cats were duly ejected and the door closed at 4am...