Dammit likes to sleep on my head. Throughout the night, he will fidget and fuss and push me with his feet until his entire body is streeeeeetched over my pillow, and I’ve been successfully relegated to having to use my arm. Not cool.
He also makes a chirpy “prrrup?” noise when he shifts, and I’m a light sleeper (insomnia’s a bitch, lemme tell ya), so every time he does it, I wake up, startled, and can’t get back to sleep again for a long time, if at all.
He sticks his paws in my nose and mouth (I have no idea why – I think he sees my face and thinks I’m going to wake up and pet him if he gets my attention, and he does this by sticking his legs out to touch me, and whoa! there’s my mouth!), has scratched the shit out of my face a couple of times, and has even managed to get one of his claws stuck in the pseudo-hole where my nosering used to be.
Frankly, I’m sick of this shit. I love my cat, but I can’t sleep. I’m cranky and stressed because of goings-on at school and in my personal life, and while I know that a good night’s sleep isn’t a cure-all, it would certainly help.
So I’m going to be going to bed shortly. Taking some benadryl. The cats have all been shut out of my section of the house, with a litter box, water, and food in the kitchen for them. I predict that someone is going to try to tear the door down (really, it could be either Dammit or Pooty – neither of them can stand to be on the other side of a closed door from me), and that might wake me up, but it’s a damned sight better than having an overeager, overly large cat push my head around the bed with his claws while meowing.
If this works out okay, it’s going to be a nightly ritual during the week. On the weekends, I don’t care so much, but during the week? I need sleep, plskthxbye.
We’ll see how I feel in the next few days. I really think it should help.