I woke myself and Byron up in the middle of the night because I was talking in my sleep. I don't remember exactly what I said, but Byron said it was something like "I absolutely refuse! No way!" I do remember I was sitting up in bed and being somewhat strident (almost yelling), and of course I realized I was awake right away, so I stopped, mumbled something like an apology, and lay back down and went back to sleep. Then this morning after seeing Byron off to work I ended up going back to bed and sleeping for another 2 1/2 hrs. Hmm.
Last night and this morning were weird for Marvin too. He insisted on going out around 11 pm, which I don't normally like to do, but we were finishing another late dinner and were up anyway. 45 minutes later he was still out, didn't come running up to the door like he usually does when he hears it open, so I said, the hell with it. You're stuck outside for the night, buddy. He finally came in a little before 6 this morning; he seemed really disoriented. He went to the kitchen to eat something, and I went back upstairs. Byron and I were talking about my talking-in-my-sleep incident when we heard the familiar thump-thump-thump of Marvin coming up the stairs. OK, he's going to come in and jump up on the bed like he usually does. It was still kinda dark in the room and we weren't really looking toward the door; we knew he'd be here any second. Suddenly we hear this big thumping-scrambling noise, as if he'd tried to jump on the bed and fell off (which I wouldn't be too surprised if it really happened someday, considering how much he eats!). It happened so fast we never saw him. I went into the hall and looked around into the bathroom, my office, Byron's office, but he was nowhere to be seen. So I went downstairs, and there he was, sitting on the dining room table (which he knows is off-limits), staring at me. I dunno, man! Either he was freaked about having to stay outside all night, or he got into some jimsonweed, or something! He was pretty subdued after that; you might even say reclusive. He's fine now. Ah, it's so much fun sharing your life with a PsychoKitty!
Last night and this morning were weird for Marvin too. He insisted on going out around 11 pm, which I don't normally like to do, but we were finishing another late dinner and were up anyway. 45 minutes later he was still out, didn't come running up to the door like he usually does when he hears it open, so I said, the hell with it. You're stuck outside for the night, buddy. He finally came in a little before 6 this morning; he seemed really disoriented. He went to the kitchen to eat something, and I went back upstairs. Byron and I were talking about my talking-in-my-sleep incident when we heard the familiar thump-thump-thump of Marvin coming up the stairs. OK, he's going to come in and jump up on the bed like he usually does. It was still kinda dark in the room and we weren't really looking toward the door; we knew he'd be here any second. Suddenly we hear this big thumping-scrambling noise, as if he'd tried to jump on the bed and fell off (which I wouldn't be too surprised if it really happened someday, considering how much he eats!). It happened so fast we never saw him. I went into the hall and looked around into the bathroom, my office, Byron's office, but he was nowhere to be seen. So I went downstairs, and there he was, sitting on the dining room table (which he knows is off-limits), staring at me. I dunno, man! Either he was freaked about having to stay outside all night, or he got into some jimsonweed, or something! He was pretty subdued after that; you might even say reclusive. He's fine now. Ah, it's so much fun sharing your life with a PsychoKitty!
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and a very blessed beltane to you, as well.
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