Wednesday, September 27, 2017
click, click, click.......chirrup, chirrup, chirrup.....scratch, scratch, scratch.....
I am out like a light by 9, then, around 2A, my conscious brain (there is so little of it left...) starts to hear the click of cat nails, the chorus of crickets outside the bedroom window and the unknown things that are gnawing, scratching and making unpleasant little noises. Since Mr. P Butter's entrance into the homestead, Slimbo Kitten has been a little down in the dumps. There is some easing of tensions, as MPB is less likely to bolt after him now that he recognizes him as part of the family, but Slimbo still stays in his room most of the time. This is hard on him (and me) because he was my cuddlesnugums after Pepperoni died. His place is now filled by the interloper. Since I wasn't sleeping anyway, I have taken to leaving my bedroom door open and Slimbo now tippy-taps his way in as soon as MPB is safely crated and lights are out, purring madly, and jumps up on the bed, finds a comfy position, and is down for the night. He is much happier.
My rule of thumb is, if I am not able to coerce myself back to sleep within a half-hour of waking up, I get up. This eliminates the chance of the endless loop of unhelpful thoughts that pop up and won't go away. An upside of this is that I have completed one pair of socks for my sister, and I am well into the second pair. The downside is that I have to make sure I am not nodding off on my way home at night. This usually entails downing a large latte at some point during the afternoon, which, perversely, keeps me awake at night. It's a vicious circle.