1 am, right when I was starting to feel like sleeping was actually going to happen, Max screamed like a little girl. I bolted out of bed and yanked the door open, and in the next room Buddah was trying to climb on top of Max, holding him down with his freaking teeth.
The little chit looked up at me like, "Oh. I thought you were asleep already."
I may have threatened to turn him inside out. Poor Max was terrified. And sleep was definitely not happening for a while.
I headed for the living room, and damned if they didn't both follow me, and it was clear they expected food. I often feed them in the middle of the night when I get up, because why not? But there was no way I was rewarding Buddah for attacking Max, which meant Max wasn't getting anything, either.
He seemed happy enough to get to sit on my lap and watch a little TV with me. BTW, there's nothing good on TV at 1am on Saturday. Hundreds of channels with a lot of suck, sure. But nothing worth watching.
2am, long enough for it to no longer be a reward, I fed them.
Surely by the time they finished, I would be sleepy.
Nope.
Good thing I didn't have any concrete plans for today, because I was awake until after 4:30 and have been dragging around all day. I couldn't take a bike ride--the rear tire on my spiffy pink bike is flat, and because there's a giant TV in the way, I couldn't get one of the others off the wall. So at least I didn't feel too bad about basically drooling all over myself all day.
I damn well better sleep tonight.
But if not...I just realized that season 3 of The Crown dropped, and that wouldn't be an awful way to spend a night.
No comments:
Post a Comment