The next morning, 844 am, she does the same thing. Even throws in a few plaintive meows until I gave up and got up. Still, progress! Yay!
Over the weekend, nothing. But then, Mark usually gets up before me on the weekends anyway, so she'd have no need to come wake me up and demand breakfast.
Yesterday, you guessed it. 848 am, purring madly, sticking her face right in mine. Need to rethink this progress thing...
FOUR TWENTY AM THIS MORNING. Miss Sassy decides to come visit us. Purrs madly and walks back and forth until I move the covers so she can lay under them, on my arm and against me just so
. Spends an hour and a half with me, purring the entire time. This cat has a loud purr. Needless to say, I dozed rather than slept again. Then she leaves.
615am, Mark gets up. When he leaves, I asked were she was. He said camped out downstairs in her usual spot, but don't worry, she'll come bug you. I grumble and pull the covers over my head.
745 am. I told her I was not, under any circumstances getting up THAT early, deal with it. She left, used the litter box and came back 10 minutes later. Nope, still not getting up. She curls up with me for 30 seconds, jumps up where Morrigan's dry food bowl is, helps herself ( oh that'll make Mo real happy, that will.}:/
) and leaves.
1034am, she comes back and I agree, grudgingly, to get up.
On the one hand, I'm glad she's finally, after 5 months, feeling comfortable enough to not only go in the bedroom, but to camp out on Mark's pillow during the day, as she did this weekend and after she ate this morning. But on the other hand, seriously, cat, you need to adjust that internal alarm clock of yours. Insomnia has nothing on you.
Last week, 944 am, Miss Sassy comes upstairs and into the bedroom, then walks across the pillows, back and forth, purring loudly, determined that I get up and feed her. Progress!, we thought, she's finally coming into the bedroom on her own, maybe she's finally settling in!