For the past year our cat, Puck, has been aggravating the crap out of me in the middle of the night. Sure, cats are supposed to annoy you, but he never did and Paul and I have never figured out why he started.
Our nights would go like this. Go to bed. Around 1am, Puck would start scratching at the wall. Then, he’d try to scratch my dresser. I’d shoo him away and try to go back to sleep. Next, he would scratch my legs and dig his claws into my toes, just enough to get my attention. It hurt, but I tried to ignore him.
Finally, I would cave in and get up. Puck would lead me to his food bowl where he would proceed to eat. If I went back upstairs to bed, he’d repeat the aggravating process. If I simply lay down on the couch, he would come and lay on the floor next to the couch and go to sleep.
I’d curse every night as this became routine. My bed is way more comfy than the couch. Then, two weeks ago, that all changed. I outsmarted the cat. Accidentally.
Paul and I had done laundry and my blue jeans were still a bit wet even after hanging in the basement for a day. I didn’t want them to get a basement smell, so I laid them out on the floor by my dresser in my bedroom. That night, Puck curled up on my jeans and went to sleep. He let me sleep all night. He’s let me sleep every night for two weeks now. Every night, he curls up on my outstretched jeans on the bedroom floor.
I’ve lost my jeans now. They were my favorite. But, I no longer have to follow him down to his food bowl and stay on the couch in order to avoid claws in my flesh. My favorite pair of jeans is a small price to pay, I suppose, and the sleep is wonderful.