For the last four days, Oliver has decided to wake us up, meowing loudly at ungodly hours of the morning. This morning, his chosen hour was 4:30, and I have not been back to sleep since. I don’t sleep well in general, so this has been an extra great icing on that cake. I tried to brush my eyes instead of my teeth this morning because I was thinking about putting in my contacts… Oy…
Needless to say, I’m so tired. As long as I have Oliver, I don’t think I would ever have a child. Gonna have to wait 18 years, mom. Oliver is enough child for me. Needy, needy boy, but I love him.
I meant to get a post for today written up yesterday, and I totally forgot. Blame it on exhaustion. I honestly don’t remember what I was going to post about… maybe if I sleep on it.
Anyone else have a love/hate relationship with their cat?