Kitty Timeshare

Our bedroom, specifically the bottom left corner of our bed, is a piece of timeshare property -- a contract of which we are reminded every morning by our territorial cat, Buddy. He has gotten very used to us getting up every morning and rushing off to work and school, giving him the run of the entire home. Come 7 a.m. he is staking out his claim to his corner of the bed, curling up and defending it with every ounce of his lazy body. Some days I will beat him to it and will sit in his spot while I get dressed. He doesn’t care for that, choosing to stare me out of his timeshare. Eventually I give in and he quickly takes his rightful place. Nights are ours, for the most part. Come morning we are expected to vacate the premises for the duration of the day. If we don’t get up early enough for his liking, then he is sure to find ways to let us know. Among his favorite wake up techniques is the sit and spin. He sneaks up the bed and sits on someone’s chest for a moment then he turns and meanders along the ribcage, then sits again. It’s terribly annoying and makes for difficult breathing.

During vacations and weekends we change our typical routine and try to sleep in. Many times we never leave the house, which is fine with him as long as it’s just over a weekend. If it lasts longer than that, then he becomes very annoyed with us. He finds it disturbing when we keep coming into the bedroom during his timeshare. I would not be a bit surprised to see him file a complaint, if only he had opposable thumbs with which to hold a Uniball Micro.