I finally got to bed last night after moving ds1 out of it. (He said he was scared of the dark in his room, but the dark in my room wasn’t scary so he could sleep in there.)
I got relaxed, warm, nice and comfortable in my flannel sheets and started drifting off to sleep.
Then The Brat decided it was time to play. And not just play, terrorize. Me, the poor fat cat (Miracle), whoever she could annoy. She jumped on Fatty and they started running across the bedroom, over the bed, under the bed, in the closet…then they would “fight” complete with loud kitty noises and growling and fur flying (I saw a carpet of black fur on my floor this morning).
Lucky for me, I brought the cat-squirt-bottle to bed with me. So whenever I saw a black thing dart around the room, I squirted it. They finally hid in my closet and I settled back down to bed.
Then they started up again, worse than ever.
I finally decided to ignore them, and about 10 minutes later, they left the room. Good thing, too…I was seriously thinking about kitty barbecue for dinner tonight.