My cats are making me fat...
Wasn't there a study recently that found that people who don't get enough sleep are more likely to be overweight or some such shit? It's true! I'm fat and I don't get nearly enough sleep. The reason I don't get enough sleep is because my fur babies, Riley, Bailey, Devlin and Ronan, hate to see me sleep. Hate it!
And things are even crazier at our house right now because my in-law's cat, Little Guy, is visiting. LG comes to stay whenever they go out of town which seems to be alot! He drives Bailey crazy and she follows him around making cougar-like nosies. It's pretty funny for about the first five mintues and then it gets to be damn annoying.
So Ronan woke us up at about 2:15 am this morning by running around our bed like a cat possessed. I usually cut him a lot of slack because a) he's not even a year old yet and b) he's cute as a button but it was the middle of the NIGHT!
I'm headed to Denver in the morning on business so The Saint will have to deal with the hooligans on his own. HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! In the morning, when they want to be fed, they always come to me. Even on the rare occasion, such as my birthday, when The Saint gets up to feed them at 4:30 am, they will not leave me alone. I literally have to get up, go downstairs and pretend to put food in their bowls before they will eat what he's given them. They don't care who feeds them at night but it has to be me in the morning unless I'm away. Then and only then will they wake him up for food. Bitches.
White Sox. Win. Again.
And things are even crazier at our house right now because my in-law's cat, Little Guy, is visiting. LG comes to stay whenever they go out of town which seems to be alot! He drives Bailey crazy and she follows him around making cougar-like nosies. It's pretty funny for about the first five mintues and then it gets to be damn annoying.
So Ronan woke us up at about 2:15 am this morning by running around our bed like a cat possessed. I usually cut him a lot of slack because a) he's not even a year old yet and b) he's cute as a button but it was the middle of the NIGHT!
I'm headed to Denver in the morning on business so The Saint will have to deal with the hooligans on his own. HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! In the morning, when they want to be fed, they always come to me. Even on the rare occasion, such as my birthday, when The Saint gets up to feed them at 4:30 am, they will not leave me alone. I literally have to get up, go downstairs and pretend to put food in their bowls before they will eat what he's given them. They don't care who feeds them at night but it has to be me in the morning unless I'm away. Then and only then will they wake him up for food. Bitches.
White Sox. Win. Again.
posted by Nichole @ 6:31 AM
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