I think my cat is trying to force me to be in sync with her sleep schedule. At least, that’s my excuse for sleeping til noon.
In the middle of the night, she’ll come scratching at my door, and when I groggily let her in, she won’t lie down like a good cat. She’ll come up to the head of the bed, walking back and forth and back and forth and often on top of me, and then she’ll start pawing at things on my bedside table which means spilled water and falling books are imminent, which means that I simply MUST pay attention to her or the pawing will never end and the scratching at my door will never cease.
Sometimes I just throw her out, put in ear plugs, and go back to sleep, but usually I sit up and read or write and pet her. Because cats are finicky, especially mine, and I feel honored any time she wants to hang out.
Then during the day, she follows me around the house, staring plaintively up at me and waiting for me to sit down for even a moment so that she can curl up near me. And she’s just such a Fluff Bundle, my little Cuddle Puff, that I simply must get back in bed so that she can sleep at my feet and make her tiny little cat snores.
We might have a lot more in common that I care to admit…