The cats have figured out what time we feed them on weekday mornings (6am).
Correction, Westley has figured that out. Hector, on the other hand, finds the concept of time very wibbly-wobbly, and so for the last several days has started knocking stuff around, yowling, and headbutting me awake to remind me where the food is any time between 5am and 6am, and does not understand why I snarl and swat at him when he's just trying to be helpful.
In other, quasi-related news, I've been up since 6am (but awake since 5:30am), I'm really tired, and just want to sit on the couch with ice cream and watch Critical Role.
Reading Log: The Fairies of Sadieville by Alex Bledsoe; The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller; Golden Age by Naomi Novik; The Broken Girls, by Simone St. James
Correction, Westley has figured that out. Hector, on the other hand, finds the concept of time very wibbly-wobbly, and so for the last several days has started knocking stuff around, yowling, and headbutting me awake to remind me where the food is any time between 5am and 6am, and does not understand why I snarl and swat at him when he's just trying to be helpful.
In other, quasi-related news, I've been up since 6am (but awake since 5:30am), I'm really tired, and just want to sit on the couch with ice cream and watch Critical Role.
Reading Log: The Fairies of Sadieville by Alex Bledsoe; The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller; Golden Age by Naomi Novik; The Broken Girls, by Simone St. James