I know that cats sleep an average of twenty hours a day. They are nocturnal, which means they sleep all day and raise hell all night.
I do a lot of my writing at night. So while I am trying to write, she is ready to play. She shoves her toy mouse in front of me. If I ignore it, she sits on my laptop. I try so hard not to be angry, but it’s my fault. Who else is going to play with her?
What I should do is keep her up during the day so she’ll sleep at night. But since I do my marketing work during the day, I can’t keep her awake. That would mean I would have to play with her and her mouse. So I’m in a catch 22 situation. Whatever what time of day or night, I burn my candle on both ends. I seem to be too busy to play.
This is where Twinkie comes in. she forces me to stop and smell the flowers. I really enjoy playing with her. I’ll throw her mouse up in the air, and she flies high to catch it. Then she’ll bring it back to me in her mouth so I can throw it again. Just like a dog playing fetch.
When I am getting ready to go to bed, she’ll sneak her mouse under my back. I wake up wondering why I feel a big lump. When Twinkie sees me reaching to my back, she will immediately go there and retrieve her mouse. She’ll get off the bed and play with it for a while. Then again, brings it back to me, putting it right in front of my face. Play time again and I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.
Twinkie is a good companion. She has added balance to my life. She likes to sleep purring in my arms. She loves me, wants to play with me, and follows me from room to room. She lies down while I cook. She listens to me when I talk to her. She is a good cat.
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