Hobkin woke me up this morning at 5:30, quite convinced it was time for breakfast. No matter how I tried to explain to him–groggy and half-asleep–that breakfast shouldn’t be for another hour and a half, he was adamant.
Hungry skunks are not to be denied, so I got up and fed him breakfast. Now I’m awake, he’s curled up on my lap, and I haven’t had enough sleep. Maybe I’ll flop us on the couch and have a nap.
He’s getting to be very soft, though.
You too? Woke up at an ungodly hour…
Me too, I woke up at 5:45am not because of a furry friend but because hubby is not home yet. He said he’d be home at 4:00am but still…he’s at the hospital working. *sigh* I haven’t really got enough sleep tonight. Maybe cause of this light headache and from thinking…when is he coming home.
Oh, I hate worry-induced insomnia. Try to take it easy. And give your hubby a hug!
Marlowe is on my desk giving me back because I am not in bed for him to sleep on, because the dogs made me get up. I *so* hear you.
Fuzzy companions. Love them to pieces. But I wish there was a way to explain “sleep in on the weekend” to them.
God, yes. Especially when I was stupid and stayed up late last nght….
Hobkin = warm pillow.
it’s his way of putting you back to sleep and apologizing. Take him up on it. ^^
Hee. He is often a warm pillow, and he’s an excellent squeezy toy . . . as long as n he’s in the mood, of course!