Kismet the vampire woke me up no less than 8,000 times last night, by wrapping her paws around my head and firmly biting my scalp. I will be both surprised and pleased if no brain leaked out… I need all I can get! She sunk her teeth into my melon as if it were a cantaloupe.
Evidently she just wanted to play, because her food bowl was full when I finally got up and checked it. I feel a little guilty because she kept waking me out of a sound sleep, and am certain that in my incoherent stupor, I smacked her—HARD—in the face repeatedly in order to get her off me. Which in a couple of cases resulted in her changing her strategy, and biting my feet instead.
Evidently she just wanted to play, because her food bowl was full when I finally got up and checked it. I feel a little guilty because she kept waking me out of a sound sleep, and am certain that in my incoherent stupor, I smacked her—HARD—in the face repeatedly in order to get her off me. Which in a couple of cases resulted in her changing her strategy, and biting my feet instead.
Wait, did I say I felt guilty? Scratch that. SHE WAS BITING MY HEAD ALL NIGHT LONG. She'd better think again, if she doesn't want to start sleeping in a cage...
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