I have been working a lot of late nights this last week, therefore I am staying up later so I can wind down, and release all the negative baggage I acquire while working with the public. Good times...goodtimes. Most mornings I wake up around the same time as my husband does so we can have some quality time, other wise we are like ships passing. This morning though I was really tired, and it was raining and chilly out, it was the perfect morning to just lay under my warm duvet with my cat, until I had to get up. I knew this was not likely, between Paul and Lola (cat) there is no sleeping around here. As soon as the alarm goes off; Paul usually shuffles and bangs around looking for this that or the other, while Lola does her Indy 500 run through our apartment usually ending it with jumping right on your stomach onto the night table to taunt the birds outside, then proceeds to stare at you.
This morning was a bit different though, the alarm had gone off, and Paul hit snooze, I laid there waiting to hear Lola tearing around the place, but nothing. Then all of the sudden I hear this rustling going on at the foot of the bed. Sounded like someone trying to open a drawer. Paul was still dozing in and out of sleep so I knew it was not him. The noise became louder and more persistent, until I finally had to see what the hell was going on.
On the floor was an empty shoe box under a trunk, and Lola had proceeded to get the lid off and was not trying to wedge herself into the box, which was full of tissue and stuffing from the shoes that had once been in the box. She was trying to move stuff around so she could make a nest, who knew she was part hamster!!! I get up pry her out of her spot, since she was now shredding the paper, and shove the box away. Not a minute later she had pushed the box out again, lid off and shredding away. Now the alarm is blaring in my head, Paul turns it off and finally gets up. I hear the two of them tripping over eachother, as I get back under the covers for just a few more minutes. Not likely, I hear the tink, tink of Lola's tags which means she is coming for me! See I am the only one that feeds her, she knows this, sure enough she hops up by my head and stares at me with the occasional low meow to let me know she is there, in case I couldn't feel her Jedi Mind Trixs. A few minutes passed and I notice she left, hmm strange...I get up shortly there after, turns out Paul decided for the first time ever to feed her himself!!! This a huge step for him. He adores her, just not her food. He thought he would let me sleep in for a bit..how sweet. Lola gave my the cold shoulder though, I guess I am not her favorite anymore..lol...