Lately we have adopted a new sleeping schedule during the week. We head to bed at 9 pm then read (or something) until 10 pm. Our dueling alarms sound off at 6 am, and Bailey chimes in with yowling or repeated head-butting around 6:04 am if we have not stirred to his liking. It use to be that if the alarms did not go off, for example on the weekend, the cats would give
us me a little extra time to sleep, say until 7 am. Not anymore. Bailey demands his breakfast at 6am, no matter the day, weather conditions, or nationally observed holiday status. Hence why I am awake now. Now that he is the only cat, less food gets put into the bowl, and now it is the weight control kind. He is not pleased.
It’s funny that the writer of another blog I follow just recently reviewed Goodfellas, because with the way Bailey gets in the morning a certain movie scene popped in my head a few weeks back. For those that have not seen the movie our main character wakes up to a huge ass revolver in his face, held by his wife. That is how I feel when Bailey angrily meows at me when I wake up, because until he loses some pounds he could still hut us. He’s threatened to break my ribs a few times by stepping on them. Aw, our little gangster.
Besides Bailey’s hunger issues I have enjoyed getting to bed earlier and having a set time to read. John had been blazing through my Stieg Larsson books while I have been trotting away on Neil Giaman’s American Gods on his Kindle. I am still not use to that thing. I like the concept of this space saving electronic device but I don’t like the the intangible nature of it. For example I am 90% done with the book and I put it down last night! I am not getting that feeling of the 10-15 pages pinched between the fingers of my right hand enticing me to to keep on going. It is just a number at the bottom of the page, a percentage at that-not even a whole number. I am already 30% along the way to adapting. =P