You know those mornings when you just don’t want to get out of bed? This morning was one of those mornings.
Oh, who am I kidding? EVERY morning is one of those mornings.
I love to sleep. LOVE. IT. And I need more sleep than your average bear. BDH can wake up refreshed on 7 hours, easy. Me, I need 9 or so hours to just be ready for a full day. I think it’s because the quality of my sleep is so poor. I snore, I have asthma, I have allergies. Heck, for all I know I could be walking around the house all night.
So this morning is overcast and kind of dark. And the temperature has dipped over the past couple of days, so it’s cold outside. And so I wake up on a dark morning, toasty warm in my bed, and think, “Maybe if I just lie here quietly, nobody will notice me and I can sleep until 10.” And while that is a great plan indeed, it does not take into account the fact that I have cats.
Cats just KNOW. They have a keen sixth sense that detects the instant their people wake up. And thus, because their people are awake, it’s okay to start scrabbling and mewing at the door. Because of COURSE you want nothing more in life than to leap out of bed, and dash to the kitchen and feed them. And then play with them and pet them for hours and hours. Right?
Okay, so they got that last bit COMPLETELY wrong. But still. There’s no denying the whole “wake up radar” thing they’ve got going on.
So this morning, as I lay under the covers, negotiating with myself — “Just sleep for a while longer. BDH can go out for lunch. You put the garbage out last night.” — I hear the Betty-Boop-mewing sound of Cinnamon at the door.
“Um, it’s MEEEEEE…. Cinnamonnnnnnnnnn…”
“Uuuuuummmmmmmmmm… can I come IIIINNNNN?”
So I get up. The little weenie is just so CUTE. And I hate to think that somewhere in her little kitty subconscious the fact that I don’t get up and give her some love is going to scar her for life and require hours and hours of kitty therapy or something.
But the really unfair thing?
15 minutes after I am up, already into my second giant mug of coffee, all three cats are in their respective spaces, snoozing, dead to the world. And they’ll sleep for the rest of the day.