I’m a bad cat mom

Posted by Lanel on May 28, 2009

I love my cat.  Seriously, I do.  He’s amazing, I love when he cuddles on my lap at night while I’m watching TV.  I love when I come home and he chases me around the house hugging my legs.  I love that there’s actually a living thing waiting for me at the end of the day or when I wake up.  What I don’t love is that he likes to play with the blinds at 3:00 in the MORNING.  I also don’t like that he wants to play with my head at 4:00 in the MORNING biting me and poking at me to wake up.  So, he has to sleep outside of my room with the door closed.

He doesn’t like sleeping in the living room by himself, but whatever.  When he learns to SLEEP until I’m ready to wake up then I MIGHT open the door again.  But, anyway, last night I went to bed and shut the door with him not in my room, or so I thought.  I heard him whining meowing a few times and he scratched a bit but he ALWAYS does that so I didn’t pay attention.  I went to sleep.  He did his normal whining meowing and scratching which he does every night begging to be near me.  Or so I thought.  When I woke up this morning I realized the noise wasn’t coming from outside my room but inside.  Inside the CLOSET.  My poor cat was locked in the closet all night. 

I got up to open the closet door and the bedroom door so he could get out and he just stood in the closet on my luggage GLARING at me.  He was so mad.  I went back to bed for a little bit and I guess he didn’t think I felt bad enough so he walked to the side of my bed and got on the rail and GLARED at me some more.

He’s fine, he survived.  My closet survived.  Maybe he’ll learn not to go in the closet any more.  I’m not holding my breath.