Our pets are early risers. This was adorable at first, especially since I don’t mind waking up to a crooning Sevvy or to Raffy’s headbutts. But these antics have changed. Now I wake up to Sevvy tackling my feet, or Raffy meowing loudly for breakfast (with occasional headbutt). They also discovered its rather easy to wake me by scratching the back of the bed. We tolerated this… until last night at 5 a.m., when Blaze decided he needed to walk. Everywhere. All around the bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs, up the stairs, around the bedroom again. I got up, shut him in his kennel and went back to sleep.
I have a feeling we are going to institute a ban on animals in the bedroom at night. We love our babies, but sleep is the mistress of this house.