It's Late...

I have an early morning and what may promise to be a long day tomorrow, but am I sleeping soundly at 1:30 am? No. I'm online checking my e-mail and such, listening to Himself as he blissfully slumbers on. That man can sleep anywhere, and usually does. It's rather cute seeing him snoring (lightly) on his back while Miss Thang is curled up on his stomach. Usually she sleeps on me, but since I'm sitting up on the computer, she is simply giving me the evil eye. It's much less effective when it's only with one eye, though (she's doing that cat thing where she sleeps with one eye open).

Little Princess is getting bolder now that the top of our entertainment center is clean of pretty much everything (it used to be the home of everything we couldn't find a home for), and has been spotted sitting up there giving herself a bath. Each time we catch her up there we put her down, then we put her down, then we put her down. Seriously it's like trying to keep a kangaroo from hopping.

Oi I'm a sad cat-owner. I could be looking up strange laws (although Himself gets a little cranky with me when I do that when he's sleeping. Mainly because my insane laughter tends to wake him up) or checking out various writing sites, but no. I'm here on Blogger writing about my cats. At 1:30 in the morning. Unfortunately I can't sleep since I have a song from work stuck in my head. This is the second night in a row (same song too!), but I really do like the song. I couldn't say who it was or what it was called, but it's stuck on repeat in my head. Oh well. At least it's a song I like...

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