that lucidity thing

Thats where my problem has been. Dunno whats getting into Kat, but Grizz has been waking me up UBRUPTLY the last two weeks, and I feel like rest has been lacking; like my brain is scattered across several hundred miles of countryside and what I have on hand resembles scrambled eggs.

The mornings where he just comes in and settles down to snuggle with his hooman, I wake slow, and feel rested. Lately though, its that MerRRROWWW! ‘dad, dad, dad, wakey wakey NOW!!!!!!’ thing. I am trying to play ‘I’m ignoring you’ so that I can untrain him from this activity, but that damned merow is like the cry of a baby: it can cut through the sounds of combat and definitely pulls on emotional heartstrings.

That lucid dreaming thing is where I get my best rest, have the time to peek at the feely brains activity and figure out those things that are niggling away at me. and if I can’t get them, my days start falling into shit,,,

Here I am,,,, bags under eyes, brain scattered will-he-nil-he, feeling like I’m being sucked dry by intelligence vampires, glaring at Kat, the instigator of my turmoil currently. The arrogant little shit is cleaning his butt like its the most suave thing in the world; backleg struck high in kitteh-pron pose,,,, Love the little rug monkey, but gonna have to figure a way to make my bed kat-free, so’s I can get some damned sleep that WORKS.