Stella the Cat and I have done a lot of bonding over the past month and a half that H-man has been gone. Mostly this involves a lot of cuddling and purring and laying on my lap and sniffing my forehead ( I really don't know what that's about).
However, not everything is so sweet. She sleeps in the bedroom with me, either on my shoulder or on the bookcase between the silver candlesticks and shark jaw. Her food is in the room also. This is set up so I don't have to leave the bedroom door open at night because, quite honestly, I'm afraid of the dark and the dark living room is the darkest part of the house. Each night I make sure to fill her food and water ( I don't know why, she only drinks out of the fish tank anyway). She eats her food before she lays down with me, then we cuddle and fall asleep to the Golden Girls or Seinfeld or something. Then it happens.
Every Morning. 5 a.m. She starts The Meow.
"Meh. Meh. Mah. Mah. Mah. Mah. Mow. Mow. Mow. Mooooowwwww. MEooooooooowwww. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Mahhhhhhhhhhhh. MOW, MOW, MOW, MOW, MOW." says Stella.
"Shush. Shush. Stella! Stella! Stella! NO, NO, NO, NO! SHUT UP! " Says me.
Until recent she did her routine from the bookcase, and would quit pretty quickly also. But not anymore. This week she has begun to climb onto the bed and stare at me. Then she climbs onto my side, and plants her face in my face, purring, then meowing. All this time I have been pretending to sleep, believing that if I give in and feed her right away she will begin to control my life. It's gone way past that now. Last night she climbed onto the windowsill above my head and jumped down onto my head for 15 minutes strait. I gave in. I had to. The cat has won.
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