I don't write very often about our kitty Elroy. I admit that Q has usurped the role of most doted on and spoiled in our household. Now he surely plays second fiddle and that's got to be hard for a cat. Ever since I was pregnant, T has taken over most of his basic care. Meaning cleaning his litter box, feeding him in the morning, and getting up in the middle of the night to kick him out of our room. It's not that we mind sleeping with our cuddly cat. It's more that he wants to party all night long and we have become old fogies who need our sleep. Q now sleeps like a champ. It's our damned cat who is to blame for the dark circles under my eyes.
T and I just got into it as much as any two people can in an annoyed, half-awake state. He told me he wasn't doing this anymore, which I think means that I now have to deal with Elroy in the middle of the night. Elroy is locked in the laundry room as I type this and T is back to snoring and snuffling away.
In our new house, Elroy has much more space to run around. And we let him outside now, whereas before he was an indoor cat. He used to sleep at night. He used to be cuddly at night. He no longer sleeps on our bed and has started to wake up earlier and earlier. What was once a rude 4am wake-up call has turned into a startling midnight roust. As in, you guys just fell into deep sleep -- time to make some noise! I'm pretty sure he's not going through some sort of adolescent rebellion. He is 7 years old. What does that make him in human years? Mid-life crisis perhaps?