Night of the Animals

I’m a bit groggy today. My brain is still fine for an “at work” period, as CrapCo aren’t exactly challenging me mentally at the moment anyway. (They’re more like “mentally challenged”, but it’d be harsh of me to say so) The reason for being groggy? The bloody pets.

Psycho Cat® snores. OK, he slept on Herself’s side of the bed last night, which was a bonus as he normally wraps himself round my knees, then sticks his claws into my calf muscle if I move. Which is – to say the least – disturbing. But last night he slept on Herself’s side, but snored like a bastard all night. You’d never believe the noise comes from the cat, but it does. I know, because I’m awake to hear it, so it’s not me.

Then, come about 5am, Hound® starts up. No idea why, but I suspect it amounted to “I’m awake, so everyone else should be”. Normally this can be sorted by letting the poxy creature out of her cage/bed (she’s happy in there, it’s not cruel, nor punishment. Just a “safe place”. Mainly safe because I can’t fling my boot at her when she starts effing barking. But I digress.) and have a slash in the garden and/or a drink of water, then back in the cage and back to sleep.

Not today. All of the above, out in the garden, drink of water, back in the cage, and bark, bark, bark. Bastard. Half five in the sodding morning, and no chance of sleep. So in the end I just gave up, went downstairs again, let Hound® out of the cage again, opened the back door, and left her to it.

But by then I’m wide awake too, so I finished off the book I was reading. But right now my brain’s really letting me know it’s been up for longer than expected. *sigh*