My little night owl has been so much better of late. Obviously he decided his reputation was close to being in ruins so he'd better do something about it. He was his usual manic self last night and I didn't go to bed until about 1am. I reckoned he'd be tired by then. Jaffa settled down on the bed beside me and I picked up my book to read a bit before going to sleep. But Mosi had different ideas. He was on top of the wardrobe. Then he was climbing around the back of the computer. Then he decided to do the wall of death and knocked a load of stuff on the dressing table onto the floor. Then it was curtain climbing. Then playing with the blinds. Then he knocked my bottle of water, lip balm etc off my bedside table. Then I thought he'd gone quiet so put my book away and switched the light off. Next minute a book fell on my head
Then he decided to pick a fight with Jaffa so they ended up rolling around the bed together virtually on top of me. So it was time out for Mosi in the bathroom. When that was over and I went into him he was quiet. So I went back to bed and eventually Jaffa came back onto the bed. Mosi decided to be mountaineer mosi again and scale the wardrobe once more. From there he jumped onto the computer desk and so we started all over again with the wall of death.
Eventually about 2.30am he settled down. Phew. Until 5.15am when he woke me up wth his "waaaahh.." and running around. After trying to ignore him for a while I eventully put the pair of them out the back (with an apology to Jaffa) and after a few minutes it stopped sounding like a herd of elephants was in the living room and I slept until 8.30am.
So tell me, why am I now sitting here with Mosi curled up on my lap doing his sweet, innocent kitty act when I have a tray of veg to roast that should have gone into the oven 15 minutes ago? Why am I so reluctant to move him?