When Calli is hungry, there is nothing that will stop her incessant pestering for me to get up. When I get up and feed her I have the intention to go back to sleep but I find that I am too much awake to go back to sleep.
Truly, when my cats are hungry they aren't as nice and cozy as yesterday.
Oh no, they pace on me, back and forth as if I were a speed bump, and there is no ignoring that feeling of being a carpet in a foyer.
