Nocturnal happenings for the last three nights, getting in the way of a good night's sleep and thus an excuse for fuzzy thinking which leaves me eating when I shouldn't. Excuses, excuses.
Saturday night was a scheduled 3.30am alarm call to give Tybalt his pain relief.
Sunday night/Monday morning 5am was just a general 'worrying about Tybalt' sleeplessness. So I came downstairs looking for him...
...yes, he had captured and killed a Clanger during the night and was using it as a cushion. We had also been disturbed that night by Flora jumping on and off the bed, chasing headlights around the room, scratching at the side of the bed. The cats are normally confined to the kitchen overnight but we had allowed them the run of the house so that Tybalt could go wherever he felt happiest.
We did the same thing last night, with the crucial change that we shut the bedroom door. At some point in the night Flora was doing a lot of meowing and scratching and sticking her paw under the door and then, the last straw, jumping up at the door handle and making it go 'twang!'.
So I got up and took her downstairs. As I went down Tybalt rushed by me into the kitchen. When Tybalt is well, he has always been very good at taking himself into the kitchen just before we go to bed. I took this as a sign that they would be ok in the kitchen for the rest of the night.
As I returned to the bedroom Denise's phone chirruped. I'm guessing it was Flora, texting her.
let me out the kitchen! lolcats