quiet

I was so exhausted last night. I was ready for bed around 9:30 and definitely asleep by 10. And I didn't get up this morning until 10. It could have been a restful 12 hours of sleep, except for the fact that it was punctuated by kitty attacks.

She had missed us so much for the two days we were gone. I just think that she gets terribly bored. And so she was beside herself with excitement when we came back. She zipped and chased around the house. But she couldn't seem to understand when we chose to cut play time short to go to bed.

The first time she woke me up she climbed on my chest and sat down, purring. She has also begun kneading her claws recently, which always seemed to be a kitten thing to me, but is just a recent development for her. As I slowly became aware of her (knead, knead, prick, prick, ouch, ouch!) I woke from a deep slumber. I actually felt refreshed and figured I had already slept for a long time. Imagine my dismay when I looked at the clock and it was only 12:30! I got up and chased her around a little anyway, hoping to wear her out so I could get more sleep.

And it worked to some degree. I went back to bed and when she pounced on me again I could see dawn beginning to streak the sky. So I knew some significant time had passed. However, there she was again, knead, mewing, purring. Afraid she would disturb Mr, I took the kitty out of the bedroom to quiet her and play.

Still, I wasn't yet filled with sleep (as they might say int he national language) so after a while I curled back up in bed again. I was barely aware of Mr. when he got up an hour or two later.

The rest of today was very quiet; really didn't do much. But I'm exhausted again. And the kitty is waiting for some rough-housing. And I'm nodding off with my computer on my lap again. Definitely time to call it quite for tonight.

PS: The photo is the kitty at one of her favorite activities: shredding cardboard boxes!