The cat’s meow

Behold! Even the sun rays shine down upon her!

It’s been a rough couple of weeks here at Casa Towbin. The sleep situation hasn’t been great, with various nosebleeds, nightmares, insomnia, etc. all rearing their ugly heads. At least one of us (plus me, always me) is up for a period of time during any given night.

Last night we were all freaking exhausted, so I was hopeful that we’d all sleep through the night for the first time in a while. Everything was going smashingly until 2:30 am. That’s when my cat decided to do the thing she loves most in the world–put one of her mouse toys in her mouth and meow for no reason. For a minimum of 20 minutes. You see, I believe she puts the toy in her mouth so as to amplify the volume of her meowing.

For those of you who don’t have cats, here’s a little secret: They like to be a*#holes. Just because.

So, in true cat form, I hear my cat meowing FROM DOWNSTAIRS and it’s incredibly loud. I’m lying in bed listening, dreading that the cat will wake up others in the house, which will be even more of a disaster because then those “others” won’t be able to fall back asleep and I’ll be up for even longer.

So she’s meowing and meowing and I’m lying in bed and THE RAGE I can’t even tell you. I don’t want to go downstairs to yell at her for fear it will wake me up even more and I’ll have an even harder time falling back asleep.

Things go on for 10 minutes like this. For some reason I try to telepathically communicate with her, hoping that will work, telling her via my mind, “BE QUIET. BE QUIET,” in a continuous loop.

She does not.

After 15 minutes I bite the bullet and go downstairs. In my loudest whisper-yell I tell her to shut the hell up. She stops. I get back into bed, completely riled up, and try to fall back asleep, which I know will be impossible.

Ten minutes later, she starts up again and I AM PISSED.

And then it’s weird because I actually can’t recall what happened after that. I must have passed out from utter exhaustion, despite my rage, and I guess she stopped meowing at some point.

Why, Cleo? WHY?!? Why must you torture me like this? All I do is love you–maybe too much sometimes, as indicated by the baby talk I use to communicate with you and my tendency to ask you “Who’s a good girl?” every 15 seconds. Cut me some slack, PLEASE. Let me sleep tonight.




  1. Linda Brendle

    January 19th, 2017 at 11:27 pm

    Meredith, my cat has discovered a short leg under our bed that doesn’t quite fit up into the frame. She finally managed to work it loose and has been playing with it under the bed for the last several nights. This morning at 2:22 am, she rolled
    It across the ceramic tile on the bathroom floor. Fortunately, we have no children at home, and David can sleep through a hurricane. I stumbled into the bathroom, found the leg, and threw it into a drawer. I went back to bed, and Kitty went and did whatever it is she does in the middle of the night when I’m not around to supervise. I hope your cat does her nighttime roaming quietly tonight. It’s not easy being owned by a cat. Blessings, Linda

  2. Meredith

    January 22nd, 2017 at 8:41 pm

    Thanks for your comment, Linda! That is horrible, but I admit I couldn’t help laughing at that image of your cat in the middle of the night. Ha! I hope you’re getting some more rest lately!

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