Waking up is hard to do,

Don't take my sleep
Away from me
Don't you leave my brain
In agony
'Cause if you do
Then I'll be blue
'Cause waking up is hard to do
They say that waking up is hard to do
Now I know, I know that it's true
Don't say that this is the end
Instead of waking up I wish that I could fall asleep again!

Yeah, that's right, I'm singing my own morning song...to the tune of The Carpenters. I regularly sing my own version of Carly Simon's 'You're so Vain' too... except I sing 'You're so Gay' mostly because I am. Also because it's funny. Anyway.

Mornings and I, we are not friends.
Especially when I sleep poorly the night before.

Sometime, as the clock was striking three this morning, Oscar, who could win an award for least graceful cat ever, was trying to get from the top of the cat tree to the top of the window in our bedroom. The problem is he's a BIG cat, the ledge is only about 2 inches across and probably can't support his weight. What followed was a lot of racket. The swat-swat-scraping of cat feet/claws on the vertical blinds. The thunderous crashing of him failing to summit the window and clinging for dear life to the curtain rod with one hand, and the cat tree with one foot. The thud-thump of poor chubby cat man hitting the ground. I don't know what got into him, he doesn't even like heights. . . but I do suspect Mittens was egging him on. She's got such a suspicious face.

An hour or so later I woke up to the dog puking on me.

ugh.


So with that ridiculousness behind me I'm just dragging my butt, trying to get to a point where my legs can move on their own accord without me having to will them to take each step. *laughs*


Here are some pictures of Beast 1 and Beast 2.

(Mittens)

(Oscar)

And here's a song for Yesterday: (Thursdays are going to be my downfall!)