Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Sleep Interrupted

Two weeks ago it was writer interrupted because of life getting in the way. This week it's writer interrupted because of a cat getting in the way of a good night's sleep.

Years ago, when I adopted Chessie the breeder cautioned me that female Siamese are talkers. At the time I already had Chessie's half-brother, Max, who wasn't too much of a Chatty Cathy and I thought surely it won't be too bad. Well, the breeder, of course, was right. She was always more talkative than Max, but not to the point that it drove me crazy.

It will be two years in February that Max developed kidney disease and had to be put down. From the get-go I don't think Chessie missed him much. She was too excited at the prospect of now being queen of the house. Of course, she was wrong. Most of the time. But the one thing I've noticed is that without Max here, her verbal skills have become finely tuned. I've learned to put up with it during the day. But the night is another story.

Chessie has recently developed a very bad habit of deciding it's time for me to wake up at four a.m. or thereabouts. Who needs a rooster with her around? She meows. I yell at her. She meows again. I yell more. And on it goes. Then I finally drift back to sleep and ten minutes later my radio goes on. Time to write, and I've missed an hour's sleep. I drag out of bed. Picture the guy on the old commercial saying "Time to make the donuts," only I'm saying "Time to make the story."

Today most of my morning was taken up with my volunteer job teaching reading and writing English to non-English speakers. I came home at noon full of intentions to write, if only I could see the computer screen through my drooping eyelids. I'd type a few words and yawn. I'd make a few corrections and yawn again. Finally, I gave up and laid down for a snooze. I no sooner did I do that and what did I hear?

MEEEEEEEOW.

I've had Chessie for over twelve years. I don't know if getting another cat at this point is the answer. Would she be so territorial that I'd never have any peace? Maybe I just need to pray a lot.

God silenced Zechariah. Do you think He might silence a cat?

3 comments:

donna fleisher said...

One time I house-sat for a lady who had a cat -- a cat that would wake them up every morning at 4:30 so they could take their meds. Worked great for them, but for me? I didn't gotta take no meds!!

That cat would pounce on my head every morning at 4:30. I kid you not. After the first few times, the fun-factor quickly disintegrated, I'll tell ya what.

Feelin' your pain, lady!! : )

Pam Meyers said...

But you never aid what you did to stop it, Donna! She was good yeserday and left me alone, but this morning she was back at it. At least this time she obeyed me and shut up. What did I do? Prayed a lot!

donna fleisher said...

Praying is good ...

I stayed at that house for two weeks, and I think by the last day she had figured out I didn't appreciate her thoughtfulness. ; )