My morning routine typically includes waking much earlier than most in order to write. I’ll admit my writing time was becoming shorter and shorter to increase my sleeping time.
Last week I went to a writer’s workshop by author John Dufresne and received the inspiration I needed to set the morning alarm for 5:30 – ensuring I would have at least an hour to write before having to get ready for work in the morning.
This morning, however, 5:30 wasn’t early enough for the newest member of our family, Cricket.
She started waking up about 5:00 this morning, purring loud enough to wake the dead. I tried to ignore the loud, rumbling vibrations coming from where she was laying at my hips. When purring down at my waist didn’t get Cricket what she was after, she came up to my face – touching nose to nose. Nothing discouraged Cricket from her loud, loving wake-up call, so I pushed her from the bed.
Her purring continued, circling the floor on my side of the bed, until I felt every pound of her small body jump back onto the bed, walk across my trying to sleep body, rumbling and vibrating the entire time. Trying to figure out why a kitten this small could be so loud and so heavy, I pushed her off the bed at least three more times.
Then the purring stopped. That got my attention more than her purring did. Where was she? Since I couldn’t hear her anymore, Cricket could be anywhere – ready to attack at any second, disturbing my sleep again. After a few minutes of silence, the tension got to me. I had to know where Cricket was, waiting for me, stalking my every move.
I gave in and got out of bed. Cuzzin and Cricket trotted happily out of the bedroom behind me. I’m thinking it’s time for Cricket to become a barn cat after all!