Last night, at midnight, Michael was downstairs yowling as if his heart was breaking. Then he switched over to a distressed mewing blended with a more aggressive growl. When I went down there to see what was going on — hobbling, cold and annoyed — he was sitting in the middle of the kitchen looking at me like I was the loony. He gave me a little chirp. “Prr?” “What are you doing here?” I went back to sleep.
At 3:00, I woke up to find him staring at me from the edge of the bed. Do his eyeballs have special powers? Why did this wake me up? Anyway, he continued to stare at me until I moved over to the left and let him get under the covers to sleep near my shoulder.
Sometime between 5:00 and 6:00 I heard him running up and down the stairs, and then he went into John’s room and started meowing in there. I’ve long suspected that he wakes John up on purpose because once John’s awake, everything gets started for the day. It didn’t work today, but it has in the past.
Michael doesn’t have a job, so he’s sacked out in my office with his underpants showing and will presumably stay like that for the rest of the day. Why do we live with these ridiculous creatures? A dog would never behave in such an insolent fashion.