Happy to Help
Maybe I do tend to put myself last, but is it that big a deal?
Our cat Hailey is the sweetest kitty ever. Unfortunately, she has been a little barfy lately. She’s been to the vet, and we’ve changed her food, but she still has her moments, as cats do. Hailey’s also decided the best play time is when we’re all asleep. Helpfully, I’m a super-light sleeper, and she clings to me like lint on a cheap sweater.
An unfortunate routine
The past couple of weeks, Hailey’s followed a similar overnight pattern. First, she’ll wake me up to sit on my neck. Once I’m awake, she’ll sleep on me for a while while I stare at her and then go for a snack. Her rushing through her snack to get back to me usually prompts the barfing, so I’ll stop by the kitchen to encourage her to eat slowly, open the blinds on the slider to distract her, crack a window, and settle in on the recliner. Ten minutes later, I end up stroking her back and trying to tamp down her enthusiasm, so she skips decorating the rug. Then she decides to go in the bathroom and perform a meowing opera, mainly for the stunning echo, and I need to coax her back over to me so she doesn’t wake up anyone else. The show usually lasts from 2:00 am until about 5:25 am when Hailey wanders down to the basement to scope out her litter box. Then, I realize I need to get up by 5:45 am…
