Monday morning – 4:30 a.m.
Oliver was laying in my arms, purring. The bathroom door was open. Then it slammed shut. It bounced open. It slammed shut. It bounced open. It slammed shut. It bounced open.
Oliver and I both raised our heads. “Obi,” I whispered. “Stop.”
The door slammed shut. It bounced open. It slammed shut. It bounced open.
I got up to shut the door. Two kittens ran downstairs, expecting breakfast. I went to bed. A few minutes later, Oliver returned and crawled back into my arms.
Monday morning – 5:15 a.m.
Scoot. Scoot scoot. Obi sat on the toothbrush stand, scooting something. Scoot scoot. I tried to remember what was up there but toothbrushes were the only thing that came to mind.
Scoot scoot. BAM!
Oliver and I both raised our heads. Oliver sighed and moved down to my feet. Seeing two lights, meaning both toothbrushes were still on the table, I put my head back down.
Monday – 5:25 a.m.
Obi sat on the headboard. He poked me in the forehead. Girl? Are you awake to appreciate this? Then he started fishing for Girl, tossing the string to the blinds onto my face and pulling it back. Toss. Pull. Toss. Pull.
Oliver sighed and moved to the other side of my feet.
Monday – 5:59 a.m.
The Breakfast Bell rang. Two kittens ran down for breakfast. This time they were not disappointed.
Monday – 9:13 p.m.
Oliver and I sat down with Obi to discuss the morning antics. We talked to him about annoying everyone in the family, including his brother, and how that is bad. I suggested that, just once, I would like to sleep all the way through to The Breakfast Bell.
Tuesday – 4:30 a.m.
I rolled over.
Tuesday – 5:15 a.m.
Oliver nosed under my arm for a snuggle. I kissed his head before we fell asleep.
Tuesday – 5:30 a.m.
I was asleep.
Tuesday – 5:59 a.m.
The Breakfast Bell went off. Two kittens ran downstairs for breakfast. They were not disappointed.
Tuesday – 11:04 p.m.
I hit send on the blog and go to bed. I do not hold much hope for a repeat of this morning.
Awww. Oliver reminds me a lot of Holly in this post.