Well first of all may I start with a big Happy New Year to all my feline followers and to any humans who are reading this - up yours! The new year has started really well for me. The lummox has begun his new job and that means that the two of them are out of bed a lot earlier than before so it's win-win for me. He started on Tuesday and got himself into yet another state of near mania beforehand as he had singularly failed to ascertain what time he was meant to start. What a shambles he is! He was up at ten to six on the first day making numerous phone calls to his new employer trying to find out what to do. The buffoon! Lack of forward planning my fat friend, lack of forward planning. Anyway, the fact remains that he got to work and that now the alarm goes off at five o'clock each weekday morning signalling that the bed is all mine. Ange usually gets up first whilst fatso lies in bed for an extra five or ten minutes, blowing off. Typical of the man I suppose. They're out of the caravan by about quarter to six and then it's all peace, quiet and slumber for me.
The lummox has been issued with a uniform of sorts consisting of black trousers, T shirt and fleece and steel toe capped boots. And with his hair in that ponytail that he now insists on wearing he looks like a cross between Action Man and some kind of flabby night club doorman. Apparently he spends his time (a paltry three hours a day) emptying bins at the university. I always knew he 'd go up in the world! The good thing is though that he gets paid on the 28th of each month so guess who is going to be lining up for a tin of salmon (Pacific red) that day. Yep! Yours truly. And by thunder there had better be one. Come to think of it, with the pair of them now in gainful employment there really shouldn't be any shortage of the stuff should there?
He comes bumbling back home at about ten o'clock and this is where things take a nosedive gentle reader. He feels so tired at having got up early and done a piffling bit of work that he feels the need to get back into bed for a few hours. Out-bloody-rageous!!! He comes sneaking back into the bedroom and crawls into the bed wherever he can get in. Of course being such a good natured soul I let this pass for the first few days but I soon grew tired of his snoring and tossing and turning at that hour and decided to take measures to prevent it. I now sleep as close to the very middle of the bed as I can which means he can't get in without disturbing me, something that he is (rightfully) mortally afraid of. And it worked! He's now taken to napping on the couch, so once again my ingenuity shines through. I overheard him telling Ange that he hopes that this need to sleep will pass soon and that he'll be used to the early start etc etc. Well, I don't know about that. So long as I don't get disturbed anymore and so long as his wages are spent in the right direction (mine!) then I suppose it will be all well and good.
PPP x
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