Cats are supposed to be crepuscular, that is, they are most active at dawn and dusk. Logic dictates that in the Northern hemisphere at this time of year, Revy should be raging around the house from 5-7 PM and 6-8 AM. Revy, however, is on a different schedule: Hell on Sleep.
He naps during the day, rousing for his meals, taking a hard nap from 6-8 PM and then begins raging around the trailer. This first fit lasts until 10:00 PM when he settles in and appears to be ready to sleep through the night. This is a ruse! He’s up at midnight and riots on until the alarm goes off, or earlier if he can harass me into getting up. After breakfast, he’s ready for a nap. I, of course, have to go to work, groggy and cranky.
I’ve resorted to locking him in the back room at night so I can get some uninterrupted sleep. If I don’t get enough Zzzzs, my usually sunny disposition suffers and no one needs that!
Last night Revy crossed over a threshold that all kittens must: he learned to open the pocket door that separates him from the raving 2:00 AM lunatic he lives with. It was inevitable, I suppose. Keep a curious and determined cat from his goal and all kinds of
hilarity insanity will ensue.
Awake-at-two-AM-kitteh isn’t even a little bit sorry. It’s a good thing he’s cute or he would be outside in the rain. I’ve managed to catch a cold and am not in a humorous frame of mind. Drugs. I need more drugs.