Happy birthday bad boy, happy birthday bad boy,
happy birthday to you
Bet you think that’s mean right? Well, Tyler is not a cat who will let you sleep. I decided since it was his birthday I’d try yet again to let him sleep on the bed. I haven’t slept in several nights so it was a bad idea. At 5:42AM he started playing the lingerie chest. What do I mean you ask? Well, the drawers have metal handles on a metal backplate, like a door knocker. He gets a hold of them with his paws and lets them drop back against the metal. It’s loud. Might be funny when you’re not trying to sleep. So, my first words to birthday boy in my semi-awake state where NO! Get out! but he’d already woke me enough to start the coughing. Got up. Shut him out. Got a few more hours of not restful sleep then gave him his favorite freeze-dried chicken treats on his breakfast. As I sip my coffee and type this he’s back snoozing away.