Out damn Oz
Feb. 20th, 2009 05:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
digitalemurOz the cat has a trick. I just caught him at it.
I sorta knew, vaguely, that sometimes the mug of water beside my bed isn't there in the morning. I sorta realized that it couldn't be me drinking it, that I therefore had to presume either I was flailing or the cat was knocking my mug over, and that this was a big problem if, say, I put my laptop on the floor when I fall asleep every night. But I always go to sleep with a mug of water by the bed, and my brain doesn't entirely connect with the fact that sometimes it's gone in the morning, because there hasn't been a puddle.
Just now, I heard a clunk in my sleep, realized the cat was standing on the bed at my left elbow facing my bedside table, and went from ZZZZzzzz to Gee-Oz-just-knocked-over-my-mug-on-my-power-supply in less than 5 seconds. Thank goodness there was a towel nearby in a pile of laundry and I could find it without turning on the light. Thank goodness I had put the actual computer under the table, and the water mostly hit empty space. Oh, my poor copy of Cetaganda.
Oz thinks it's awesome that his human got up at 5 AM, and has run wildly about the apartment a few times and then gone back to sniffing the roses in the vase on the kitchen table. Like you do when you're a cat trying to look innocent. He has tried to get back on the bed a few times, but he's still in "fun" mode, so he took off the millisecond I started to shove him off the bed, for more crazy running around.
Grrrrrr. He knocked it right on my slippers, too.
I sorta knew, vaguely, that sometimes the mug of water beside my bed isn't there in the morning. I sorta realized that it couldn't be me drinking it, that I therefore had to presume either I was flailing or the cat was knocking my mug over, and that this was a big problem if, say, I put my laptop on the floor when I fall asleep every night. But I always go to sleep with a mug of water by the bed, and my brain doesn't entirely connect with the fact that sometimes it's gone in the morning, because there hasn't been a puddle.
Just now, I heard a clunk in my sleep, realized the cat was standing on the bed at my left elbow facing my bedside table, and went from ZZZZzzzz to Gee-Oz-just-knocked-over-my-mug-on-my-power-supply in less than 5 seconds. Thank goodness there was a towel nearby in a pile of laundry and I could find it without turning on the light. Thank goodness I had put the actual computer under the table, and the water mostly hit empty space. Oh, my poor copy of Cetaganda.
Oz thinks it's awesome that his human got up at 5 AM, and has run wildly about the apartment a few times and then gone back to sniffing the roses in the vase on the kitchen table. Like you do when you're a cat trying to look innocent. He has tried to get back on the bed a few times, but he's still in "fun" mode, so he took off the millisecond I started to shove him off the bed, for more crazy running around.
Grrrrrr. He knocked it right on my slippers, too.