This morning, it was Chimmie who woke Linda up too early. I was still dreaming of a world without cats when he started his pitiful whine. Usually that is a sure sign he has to go outside NOW. Linda jumped up (and almost tripped over the scale she forgot to put away last night) and ran to let him out. On emergency mornings, she has to carry him so he does not dribble pee on the way to the sliding glass door. All he did was sit on his deck bed and shiver. He wouldn't even go off the deck! She left him out there a few more minutes, and then what does she do the second she opens the door? Gallop back down the hall and jump on The Big Bed with me! I think he wants to sleep with us and not alone on his giraffe bed anymore. We've tried that before, but he wakes up every 30 minutes to say "I love you" by licking Linda's face. He does go right back to sleep though. Guess what he's doing now? He's pressed up against Linda sound asleep and snoring like a 70 year old man! That's just another reason he can't sleep with us. We could always try this product. Can you imagine trying to hold him still while he gets sprayed in the mouth?
