


Pat, pat, pat, pat....BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
They want to come in....So, we get up, groggy and half-asleep, to open the door. In the pussycats come. They run and jump on the bed! They want to be rubbed. So, we pat them a little and then roll over to go to sleep. Not in your life! Timmy will usually settle down, but not Sunny. He jumps on our faces, paws our noses, tries to eat our feet. So, we unceremoniously, throw them both out of the bedroom.
Pat, pat, pat, pat....BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
We let them in. They run and jump on the bed. They want to be rubbed. We're too tired, so they play on our faces. We throw them out.
And the whole darn thing begins again.
Then, somewhere near dawn, the darling little furrballs become tired and sleepy. They curl up at the foot of our bed and off to sleepland they go.
BUZZZZZZZZ!! It's the alarm clock!! Time to get up!!!
But not for the tired little pussies. They roll over and go back to sleep all day. They need their rest ... so they can KEEP US UP ALL NIGHT AGAIN!!!
Love,
Elizabeth