…now that I’ve got a kitten, I need a puppy?
Not in this lifetime, but it did work. Kitten slept through the afternoon, having worn out both Dharma the puppy and Little Bear. We had a dinner party at S&L’s at 5:30 so I spent the afternoon baking bread. Landlady asked me to meet her and M at the Meadow House, and to bring LB and the kitten. Her theory was that since the puppy was a limp noodle and would likely remain so all afternoon, she would then be rarin’ to go all night while landlady was trying to sleep. Give her back her little feline chew toy for a few evening hours, and that should work to get Dharma to sleep through the night.
I dunno if it worked for Dharma, but that’s certainly the effect it had on the kitten. When we got back to her place a little after eight, I found the kitten in a ball on the arm of Landlady’s couch looking like she was in the last stages of Feline Leukemia. I picked her up and she just sort of oozed through my fingers. Landlady’s living room was a wreck – much of it looked like LB-class damage, and I can testify that he slept pretty good later, too.
Brought them both home to the Lair (Ghost is weekending at S&L’s). Rather more boozed-up than normal for these days, I stumbled up the ladder right behind the kitten. She made one dutiful attempt to keep me awake like normal, and literally face-planted on the mattress. She wasn’t much of a factor all night long, though she’s back to her old self now.
LOL! I can just picture it all. This cat is going to be a lot of fun! …. if you survive, of course. 🙂