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Why Ags Can't Seem to Get a Good Night's Seep
As much as I love my cat Oliver, our relationship goes very sour at night.
I don't think my cat has much patience for sleeping humans - we must seem pretty useless to him at 3 am because that's when his Type A personality comes out.
This is an ongoing kitty-cat act.
Oliver will wake up at around 3 am and demand attention. First he does these quiet little meows. When they fail to wake me up, he adjusts the volume, and when that fails, he goes for the big guns. That's when he uses his "OMG IT'S AN EMERGENCY. I AM SUFFERING!!!" cry. At that point I usually wake up, find something near me to throw at him, and go back to sleep. Sometimes that's enough to shut him up. More often it doesn't, and that's when the fun part of the evening begins.
Oliver turns into a small psycho-kitty. He runs around the house at full speed, doing crazy mid-air jumps, and of course his favorite, trampling across the bed, and me, while I attempt to go back to sleep.
The game ends when I am fully awake, ready to chase him until he's caught, locked away in the spare bedroom, and get my ear plugs.
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