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My cat knows I’m an insomniac and she thinks it’s funny

She sees me when I&rsquo;m sleeping. She knows when I&rdquo;m awake.
John Bear
She sees me when I’m sleeping. She knows when I”m awake.

It’s been nearly three days since I last slept. Or has it been four?

In either case, my cat is a jerk.

I’ve probably complained about her before.

This is my second week working on staff at the illustrious Weekly Alibi. The first week, I was deathly ill. That’s just my luck.

This week, I have been, without fail, stirred from restless sleep by the pitter patter of clawed paws raking my face. There is also the whiskers-in-the-nose face rub and the dreaded nose bite.

The cat also bites my feet and howls like a banshee if I stall.

She eats breakfast at 3:30 a.m. I will feed her. She demands it. She apparently eats again at 6:30 a.m. and meaningless torture commences at 7:30 a.m. I am usually crying by 8 a.m.

I have taken to flinging her from the bed, hoping that the threat of bodily injury will spark some sort of survival instinct in the reptilian brain of hers. I usually feel guilty about this. I don’t actually want to hurt the kitty as I am a 250 pound galoot; I only want sleep, precious, little sleep.

 
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