No Flip movie today. I was able to shoot a couple of video segments but in the longer of the two Elias actually ended up essentially talking about the same things as in the first video: the big bad wolf (no longer the big fat wolf) and the "baby lights" on the camera. Cute but, you know, done. I'm also too tired to blog much and spent the first part of the evening fetching a space heater at Costco to hopefully keep Xander, the cat, from waking us up at 4 a.m. tomorrow morning. Oh, have I not shared with you
the craziness that is our life amongst felines? Well, in short, they're the most neurotic cats I've ever had and I've had some crazy cats (there was a period in elementary school where I remember keeping one of those metallic-y emergency blankets on my bed to keep one of our two cats at the time from peeing on it; everyone else in my family had taken to keeping their doors closed but I felt bad and left mine open. That was my compromise. I mean, really, what's up with cats peeing on beds? In their defense, we got them as only recently tamed feral kittens. Not sure what Xander's excuse is.) Anyway, the short story is that Xander meows incessantly. Mostly for food but more and more lately for mysterious reasons and at all hours of the night. On and off over the past month, he's taken to beginning this incessant meowing, despite having a waterfall of never-ending dry food mere feet away in the kitchen, around 4 a.m. and continuing off and on until we wake up...I mean, get up since, obviously, we're already awake by then, at 6:30. We've tried a number of things, trying desperately to make this human-feline co-existence continue as harmoniously as possible (since, really, who's going to take this cat off our hands?). We no longer feed them wet food in the morning; we're back to their dry food being out all the time and frankly, I don't care how fat they get. We brush Xander almost every night. We let him cozy up between us on the couch while we watch t.v. We happily welcome the cats to sleep on our feet through the night. If only they'll keep quiet. But they won't. Well, Xander won't. Ironically, Sophie, the other cat, is the one who seems most distressed by Elias's full-on toddler boy behavior, with the chasing, and the screaming and whatnot, but all she does is spend a lot of time in my closet. I feel a little bad for her but I'm glad she doesn't take it out on us vocally.
So, anyway, over the past couple of nights Elias too has been waking up but within the first couple of hours after we go to bed. So a typical night this week went a little something like this: in bed around 10, first wake-up around 11:30 on the part of Elias, partly due to what we guess is a bad dream, partly due to a mild cough he has. It took us almost two hours, on and off, to get him back to sleep. Second wake-up around 3:30, this time just enough meowing from Xander to fully wake me up. I believe the night in question he settled in eventually only to begin meowing again at 5:30, settling down and allowing me to fall back asleep just in time for the alarm to go off at 6:30. Yeah, not so great for sleeping. Repeat and what you have is crazy-making. I can't even write a complete sentence, for crying out loud. He's even woken up Elias a couple of times. One early morning he started doing his thing and we heard Elias yell, "No!" Word, little dude. When your cat is waking up your toddler at the break of dawn, there is something seriously dysfunctional about your world.
So hopefully this space heater will keep the precious little feline warm and, most importantly, out of our bedroom and quiet, and I can get back to my regularly scheduled program next Friday. In the meantime, here's a still shot from a return visit to Fairyland today.
Look at Elias taking off his socks and shoes? Does he think we live in Berkeley?
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