Saturday morning, very very early, I heard the banging sound of kittens wanting OUT of their room, OUT OUT OUT NOW PLEASE. I rolled over and looked at the clock and it wasn’t even 4:00. I tried ignoring them, but when they (Lem, I suspect) get to banging at the door, they are persistent and loud.
I went and blew a blast of compressed air under the door, which startled them into being quiet for a little while, but fifteen minutes later the banging started again. I blew another blast of air under the door and again there was quiet for a little while and then the banging began again.
I threw up my hands and gave up, opening the door so that the kittens could come out. They did what they always do when I let them out, which is that they climb up onto the bed and purr at me, get petted, and then wander off to make trouble elsewhere.
I complained about being woken up early to Fred, and he suggested that we try just leaving the kittens out instead of locking them up overnight. I decided to give it a try – why not, right? – so Saturday night we just left the door open.
Fred went to bed, and I stayed up to read, and by 10:15 it became pretty clear that leaving the kittens out wasn’t going to work. Marion, Claudette, and Lem were racing around the house like their tails were on fire, and Delmar was under the covers with me, and every time I moved my legs, he pounced on me and kicked and bit at me.
I got up and herded them all into the foster room and shut the door.
I suppose I can live with being woken up at 4 in the morning, stumbling to the door, and opening it to let them out into the house. It’s not like I can’t go back to sleep, and not like I have to get up and be at work or anything, right?
2007: No entry.
2006: Last night, I had every kitten but Merry asleep in my lap
2005: No entry.