The Work! Pussy Puss.

So I decided to let the cat sleep in my room. I was hesitant because lately he has taken to pooing on the comforters. Like yesterday I smelled something raunchy in his room and so I cleaned out his litter box, but then my mom saw him on the bed and he was trying to hide the nasty deed. Weird cat, he was standing in front of it and I swear he was trying to put the pillow on top of it. Last night I left the Jack and Jill doors open between our bedrooms, yes he has his own room, and then showed him that he could go back and forth with no trouble. So around 10 I put him on my bed and for the first time he actually stayed. So we slept until about 4, then he decided to wake up and wanted to be pet, and since this cat never lets me really pet him I relented and gave him a good klappe until about 4:30. Then he crawled under my comforter and slept another half hour. He proceeded to attack my toes after. I turned on some X-files and threw him out of the room. I finally fell back to sleep around 5:30.

Now the question is why on earth did I do that. I think I am a reasonable person. But why did I choose to allow the cat to wake me so early, give him attention when he makes it a point not to give me any, and then make me lose sleep. If he had been a child or another adult I would have totally woken in a sleepy stupor and yelled.

I need to find better use of my time.