It’s official: my life is weird. At 4am this morning a Tonkinese woke me by inserting all of his claws in my ankles. While I have no science to back this, my guess is your average Tonkinese has around five million claws. In response to my squealed string of expletives – another Tonkinese put his paws over my mouth, claws out. See previous comment about the number of claws these critters have. The rest of The Moggie Mob glared at me for waking them up while The Man of The House (TMoTH) simply snored through the entire episode.
I spent what was left of the night listening to TMoTH snoring and thinking about sleep. Or rather the lack of it – which seems to be an ongoing issue on my side of the bed these days.
Back when I was 20, I could snooze an entire day away, get up for dinner, and still get eight solid hours of sleep that night. At 47, if I get hit by a nap attack – I take it, in case it doesn’t call again for a day or two. A glance at my Facebook and Twitter streams tells me I’m not the only one.
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