nocturnal demon love hussy

Here I am, awake, partly because of Satan's kitty, and partly because if my brain isn't shut completely off it will turn on me.  Otto woke me up first, and as I drifted back into the cozy warmth of slumber, Allie cat did her 3am-i'm-a-cat-and-can-do-whatever-the-hell-i-want thing.  Her routine is this:  If she's in Quin's room, she attacks the door to get out.  If she's not, she meows to get in.  When you abide by her request, she waits approx five minutes and attacks the door and/or meows again.  I don't help the situation by leaping up and fuming about the house.  Being a very tired person who hasn't followed through on his dreams of throwing the house pet makes for someone who's dangerous to be around.  I've got a lot of pent up frustration, and I think that could be Allie's angle.  She waits for me to give up on sleep--because angrily rolling around doesn't seem to be restful--and get out of bed.  It's when I sit on the couch with the laptop that she mosies up to me as if to say, "Can't sleep?"  And I can't but give up on everything and pet the nocturnal demon love hussy.  When I tell her I want to kill her it's in a gentle kid voice.  

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[BT]

It's called locking the cat in the garage. On purpose. The next night will be better, I promise.