One of my cats just woke me up. As far as I can tell, he just wanted to play. At 3:45am. And now I'm awake. So I've been tossing the furry mouse for him.
I suppose it could be worse. He could be crying loudly and demanding a bottle.
But still. At 3:45am?
The strangest part is that he must have interrupted me in some crazy sleep/dream cycle. Cause for a little while, every time I thought about something, it was as if I was seeing it thru thick bubbles that distorted my view in very odd ways. And as I turned my head from side to side (either mentally or physically) the whole picture warped as if these magic bubbles were being stretched and twisted.
What an odd sensation that was.
Well, perhaps I should attempt to get back to sleep.
Posted by jzawodn at December 23, 2002 03:58 AM
Glad to hear I'm not the only one who gets jolted back to life at 3AM by my cats :-)
Mine has the habit of start walking over me until I wake up and play--and he is not a kitten anymore...
a cat waking me up at 3:45 am would be insuring itself that it was a dead cat by 4.
and that bubbles thing just proves you're insane Z. that or you have a tumor.
Stop drinking peyote smoothies before bedtime and all will be well.
as a former roommate of Jeremy's the idea of him on peyote is both intriguing and horrific.
I'm not sure if I should be intrigued or horrified by that insight :)
well, what can i say?/? just nothing!!!! hehehe