Okay, so it’s 3:30 in the morning. My cat has already woken me up an hour ago to give him his morning feeding (and just because he believes I need to be woken up at 2:00-3:00 in the morning). He has also decided that it’s play time, which is weird for him since he usually waits until my husband wakes up for that.
He brought me a crumpled up receipt about 30 minutes ago. This means, in Rory speak, that he wants to play fetch with it. At 3:00 in the morning. When my husband is still asleep.
In his little mind, now is the perfect time to play. Momma’s up, so it’s playtime. I know he’ll eventually give up and go off to sleep somewhere else in the apartment, but it’s still annoying. I’m trying to goof off on the Internet instead of working on cosplay stuff like I could be doing. Silly kitty, doesn’t he know?
Then again, if I do get out of bed and go to the craft room, he’ll definitely think it’s playtime. All bets are off if I’m in there. It’s on the opposite side of the apartment, so not as much risk of waking up my husband while playing.
Perhaps that’s what he wants–for me to go to the other room.
Who knows. It’s cat logic, after all.
AJ Mullican, Author 
Oh yeah, cat logic is something else, ha ha ha. My cat Misty decided yesterday that if I was working on the computer it must mean that must pick her up and give her my full attention for cuddles. If I put her on my lap and only pet her with one hand instead of two she wiggled off me and cried until I would pick her up and let with two hands, ha ha ha.
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