I was attempting to write a post for the blog last night, but my efforts were hampered by a harasser. The guilty party? Our youngest cat, Patches.
Patches doesn’t like it when we stay up past her 8:30 p.m. bedtime. Around eight she begins campaigning for us to follow her to the bedroom, first by giving us the look:
If that fails to deliver the desired results, she plops down in the middle of the room and sighs loudly at regular intervals.
At the mere mention of the “B” word (bed), she’s ready for action.
She’s kind of hard to ignore.
It’s 9:05. I’d better give in or risk the wrath of Curfew Kitty.