Waffle

The lady human seems to like it when I sleep with her, but lately, during and after the loud human’s yelling sickness she’s been sleeping in a room behind a door. We’ve been in that room, but most of the time it’s closed and no amount of scratching or meowing at the door will make it open. Last night it did open once and I ran in and slept with the lady human, but the bed is very small and I wanted to sleep sideways and there was not much room left for the lady human. Oops. Later, when I left the room, the door closed again and didn’t open until it was time for the lady human to get up and feed us.

Pony

Eh, I don’t sleep with the humans. Sometimes I like to jump onto the bed, but not very often. Waffle does like to though and I felt bad for Waffle that the door to the room where the lady human was sleeping today was closed, so I helped her scratch on it and meow. It finally opened and boy were we glad! We followed her to her litter box and made loving noises while she used it. We played it cool, though when she was done, and pretended we had nothing to do with the scratching and meowing at the door. We finally reminded her that it was time for her to go downstairs and finally rushed downstairs before her, so she could know where to go.

Lady Human

Yeah, I have been sleeping in a guest bedroom this week. Dean came home from Mexico with a pretty nasty tummy bug and Waffle’s description of it as the yelling sickness is pretty accurate. Since I was getting a good night’s sleep, I just kept sleeping in the guest bedroom. Last night, was different since Waffle really wanted in the room with me. She woke me several times with her scratching and meowing, so I eventually relented and let her in. Kind of a mistake since she took up most of the twin bed. After she left (at 3am) I closed the door again, but she came back a few times and woke me up, scratching at the door.

In the morning, Pony joined her. Granted, it was their breakfast time and I should have been up over an hour ago, but still…

They do have a routine, though, when I get up. Yes, I leave the bathroom door ajar so they can tell me good morning when I get up. Then they wait at the top of the steps until I am ready to go downstairs, and then they rush down the stairs, side-by-side, tails in the air, stopping in the kitchen for their morning treat before heading to their bowl of food* waiting for me to fill it.

But I love them, so they can keep me awake whenever they want.

*Note to Dan — the timed feeder was great, but we’ve decided to use it when we go away since it was hard to remember when the food would run out.