I'm so sorry, I don't have any new photos of Angel.
I sneaked up on him yesterday with the camera and he actually slashed at me to go away.
I swear he frowned. Guess he really wanted that nap.
So I'll tell you about his morning routine instead.
It starts about 3am, while I'm still deeply asleep, buried in the quilt, and gradually become aware there is now a cat stretched across my pillow and onto my chest.
The purring escalates into mrr? mrr?, and yes it does have a questioning tone, which soon becomes a demanding mrrow! while he moves from pillow to floor and back again. And licks my hands. Unless I pat and scratch him, then he'll settle for just purring and maybe, if I'm lucky, going back to sleep for a while.
Not too long though, he wants his breakfast. At 3.05am?? No way!!
So 4am rolls around and I'm deeply asleep again, (yes, I am able to fall back to sleep almost immediately), and the purring, patting routine is repeated until one or both of us drifts back into dreamland.
Early morning half asleep dreams are pretty interesting! Weird, but interesting.
By 4.30 though, Angel is getting pretty insistent and by 4.45 I've usually had enough.
I say, "come on then" and he bounds off the bed and into the kitchen in about two leaps while I follow more slowly, pulling on slippers, grumbling and stomping crossly, muttering at him the whole way.
So I open the tin of cat food, ooh! savoury salmon today, and dump it into his bowl, then I break it up a bit while he winds himself around my ankles with more of the mrr? mrr?
I put it down on his placemat and tell him I'm going back to bed and he'd be wise to let me go back to sleep.
Doesn't happen of course.
Once he's finished eating there's a lot more of the jumping on and off the bed and mrrow! until I throw back the quilt and slam my feet on the floor, at which point he takes off like a rocket.
I stomp back into the kitchen and put the kettle on while he streaks around like something has spooked him, (probably me), and finally comes to rest at the top of his 2m scratching post.
He sits up there watching me as I try to stay awake and sip my coffee. By the time the coffee is half gone, I'm awake and reading, no chance now of going back to sleep.
So what does Angel do?
Jumps down onto the couch, curls up and goes to sleep.
Rotten little stinker!
And he will stay there sleeping as long as I'm sitting in my chair.
Dare to get up and he is right behind me. Or in front tripping me up.
Whatcha doing? Whereya going? Can I come too? Grumble grumble.
The few days when I do get to sleep in until 5am before Angel wakes me up are cause for rejoicing, I get up in a much happier mood.
Because of this ridiculously early rising routine, I find myself I find myself going to bed earlier, usually by 10pm and sometimes at 9.30pm. Just to get enough sleep.
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