Something's Afoot...

I suppose it was inevitable.  I knew on some deep, inner level that this was going to be a possibility.  But I took the chance.  I informed all available felines that, with winter approaching, they should be prepared to start sleeping in the bed.  Whatever their issues with one another might be, they needed to set them aside and come up with a plan for spending quality time together.  I need the extra layer of warmth.

The Big, Fluffy Kitty, already a nighttime resident of the bed, had no real issues with this.  She wasn't thrilled about sharing the space with Baby Brother, but adapted fairly well.  The Absurdly Gi-Normous Kitty, in spite of not really having any prior interest in sleeping on the bed for any length of time, was lured in by the electric blanket.  Things seemed to be working out fairly well.  I patted myself on the back for a job well done.  One kitty at pillow level, one at foot level.  Nice!

I was living in a fool's paradise.  I have feet and there was no way that the AGK was going to be able to ignore them forever.  He discovered them last night.  With great joy, I might add.  He pounced, he chased, he gnawed at the slightest movement beneath the comforter.  Finally, he settled down and I breathed a sigh of relief.  However, bright and early this morning, he found them again.  In fact, he pounced from across the room if the degree of impact I felt is any indication.

I needed my rest today.  It may have been a day off and all, but I had stuff to do.  I needed to be at the garage by 8:00 for an oil change and The Talk.  Those of you unfamiliar with The Talk may not realize that I am subjected to it regularly.  It involves a somber-faced person emerging from the service area with a clipboard of some sort who wants to discuss what is currently wrong with my vehicle.  Today's Talk was regarding my brakes.  That's a new one.  I look forward to spending some money on brakes, if only for the novelty of it all.  It is also a relatively minor fix so I'm not going to complain too much.  We don't want The Fates to take note and send down a worse vehicular punishment.  

I also needed to untangle fifty-five miles of yarn so I could start knitting those mitts I said I'd craft up for The World's Greatest Stylist And Life Coach.  That was going to take some concentration.

Note:  The AGK spent much of this process "helping" me.  And when I say, "helping," I mean in a somewhat less than helpful way and one which required my rescuing handspun yarn from his jaws every ten minutes.

Lastly, I have bread to bake.  Baking bread doesn't really take all that much concentration, I realize.  It's mostly about waiting for it to do whatever it is supposed to do all on its own.  But you do have to be awake for that and I can't very well stay in that condition if I am up all night anticipating the next foot attack, now can I?

I realize that there are many solutions to this problem.  I could simply shut the bedroom door.  Of course, the door doesn't shut all the way and the AGK has demonstrated the ability to open it with ease.  I could launch him firmly from the bed with a stern, "No!"  That might be a good way to go.  Except for the fact that he is Absurdly Gi-normous and I do not have the upper body strength to launch my brick of a cat any real distance.

Not that any of it matters.  I could come up with all the plans in the world and I'd forget all about them once he settles down and starts looking all cute.  That pretty much defuses me.

I will then fail to realize that he is simply resting up for another round of foot chasing and yarn eating.  I am hopelessly weak...

Maybe it was just a one time thing.  Maybe he's just all excited about Thanksgiving and the prospect of leftover turkey.  Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system and things will go back to normal.  Maybe...

I need to go bake some bread now.  I ended up knitting mitts and napping all afternoon.  Thanksgiving dinner does not wait for foot chasing kitties with an appetite for yarn.  

SA