NOT the ideal way to start the day
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jaunthieScene: the bedroom, 4:30 a.m.
I am completely, utterly, and deeply asleep.
Then the noise starts.
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fisherbear, being a long-time cat-owning (or is that "cat-owned?") type person, starts swearing, reacts with his usual impeccable reflexes, and manages to dump our dumb-bunny kitty M off of the bed just before M manages to throw up. (M had in fact been endeavoring to throw up not only on the bed, but right over my feet, which would have resulted in M's extremely rapid exit from this plane of existence. I did not grow up with pets, and therefore have no longstanding training to keep my don't-bug-me-I'm-sleeping reflexes from performing their natural response, i.e., sending him into the nearest wall without waking up. Nor would I have been likely to refrain from further violence when I did wake up enough to realize I'd been thrown up on by a cat.) fisherbear continues to swear a blue streak, which I completely agree with.
Right around this time I wake up enough to reach for the bedside lamp - and realize that I've got serious cramps. Oh joy.
And my alarm will go off in 45 minutes.
And the cat is STILL making suspicious noises.
A brief but tricky examination from fisherbear reveals the problem - M had somehow managed to find the ONE scrap of Christmas curly-ribbon in the house, and of course he ate it (which is why we have no presents with curly-ribbon in the house. I like curly ribbon, but I like avoiding M throwing up and/or huge vet bills even more). M had not only eaten the ribbon and thrown it up, but he was valiantly trying to eat it again.
Eeeeeew.
fisherbear is a wonderful husband. He cleaned up after the cat while I staggered out to the living room, searched for (and found) the remaining bit of ribbon, and disposed of it. I took ibuprofen and stumbled back to the bedroom, mostly wide awake, but REALLY needing more sleep (I'd gotten about 5 hours, max). fisherbear is also wide awake and debating whether to just stay up now that he is up.
But this is a really, REALLY crappy way to start a day.
So we snuggle back into bed and hope that the world will look better in half an hour when my alarm goes off.
(It did.)
I am completely, utterly, and deeply asleep.
Then the noise starts.
Hubby
fisherbear, being a long-time cat-owning (or is that "cat-owned?") type person, starts swearing, reacts with his usual impeccable reflexes, and manages to dump our dumb-bunny kitty M off of the bed just before M manages to throw up. (M had in fact been endeavoring to throw up not only on the bed, but right over my feet, which would have resulted in M's extremely rapid exit from this plane of existence. I did not grow up with pets, and therefore have no longstanding training to keep my don't-bug-me-I'm-sleeping reflexes from performing their natural response, i.e., sending him into the nearest wall without waking up. Nor would I have been likely to refrain from further violence when I did wake up enough to realize I'd been thrown up on by a cat.) fisherbear continues to swear a blue streak, which I completely agree with.Right around this time I wake up enough to reach for the bedside lamp - and realize that I've got serious cramps. Oh joy.
And my alarm will go off in 45 minutes.
And the cat is STILL making suspicious noises.
A brief but tricky examination from fisherbear reveals the problem - M had somehow managed to find the ONE scrap of Christmas curly-ribbon in the house, and of course he ate it (which is why we have no presents with curly-ribbon in the house. I like curly ribbon, but I like avoiding M throwing up and/or huge vet bills even more). M had not only eaten the ribbon and thrown it up, but he was valiantly trying to eat it again.
Eeeeeew.
fisherbear is a wonderful husband. He cleaned up after the cat while I staggered out to the living room, searched for (and found) the remaining bit of ribbon, and disposed of it. I took ibuprofen and stumbled back to the bedroom, mostly wide awake, but REALLY needing more sleep (I'd gotten about 5 hours, max). fisherbear is also wide awake and debating whether to just stay up now that he is up.But this is a really, REALLY crappy way to start a day.
So we snuggle back into bed and hope that the world will look better in half an hour when my alarm goes off.
(It did.)
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Date: 2006-12-14 12:57 am (UTC)*gwik* gwik* *gwik* *gwICK* *GLUCK* *GLUCK* *GLUCK* *gwllaaACWCH*
I can stuff a cat into a hamper in my sleep when I hear that noise. Yet another reason our cats get locked in their own damn bedroom at night. That, and the fact that this way we don't have to listen to Scrum opening dresser drawers all night.
-Uncle Andrew
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Date: 2006-12-14 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-14 10:22 pm (UTC)All my life. Some cats even add a lovely little "song" as a prelude to the Big Event, sort of a "yeow yeow yeow *FLARRPH*" That's always a chart-topper, lemmetellyou.
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Date: 2006-12-14 02:49 am (UTC)When I am Queen of the Universe, curly ribbon will be outlawed. That is all.
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Date: 2006-12-14 09:19 pm (UTC)