My energy level has been low and I have struggled to feel rested lately. One very thoughtful friend sent a special tea to help me feel better. Another sent some lotion with melatonin to aid my sleep.
On Tuesday night, I sipped tea and slathered on the lotion before falling into a deep sleep. It was pure bliss.
Well, it was bliss until 3:28 a.m. when Scout decided that it was playtime. He woke me up, running from one raucous adventure to another. I would get up and hold him, packing him around with hopes he would calm some.
That didn’t work.
I took away the things he was playing with.
That didn’t work either.
I tried taking him to bed, scratching his chin while holding him in a glorified chokehold.
That really didn’t work.
I turned on the tv because he sometimes likes to watch. Turns out Barnaby Jones didn’t capture his attention either.
I eventually passed out from exhaustion while he was foraging through the bathroom trash can. When the alarm went off, he had come to bed and crawled under the blankets to sleep with his head cradled on my foot. It was sweet.
When I got up, he crawled out from under the blankets so I could make the bed. Don’t worry, he repositioned with one of his favorite blankets and went back to sleep a while. He’s pictured staring lazily at the lamp just before I took the hint and turned it off.
He typically sleeps well at night so it was a real shock. The episode was the most cat like of all the cat things he has done in a long time. I’m hopeful he sleeps well through this night.