trinityvixen | I may just have to murder them...

Last night, Carrie and Lisa were over at their respective boyfriends' places, leaving me with the kitties. They've become much friendlier, with Lilah particularly interested by our Chinese food. I decided to leave my bedroom door open last night so they could come and go, expecting that they would go more than the night before.

I may have to kill these kitties, cute as they are. Lilah chews on stuff and bats it all over my room and she's constantly leaping up onto my desk. I closed my laptop to keep her from damaging it, but I'm not keen on the idea of her sitting on it or chewing on any of the cords. Sam's hopping all over the place at night, which just gets really annoying, so I gave up on letting them in and booted them both out, not caring if Sam cried all night.

He did meowl a lot, but rapidly gave up in favor of a new means of keeping me from sleeping: he kept pulling on my door. Our doors aren't exactly the most solid pieces of hard wood or anything, and they fit loosely in the door such that, still closed, they can be moved back and forth and back and forth and back and forth...see where I'm going with this? Whereas a low kitty sound I could ignore, Sam tugging on my door all night is a steady thump-thump-thump of the door smacking against its frame. I got up, whacked on the door, shouted at the cat, and then, in a fit of inspiration, shoved my towel into the crack of the door to wedge it into place.

The damned cat pulled on the towel until the door was loose enough to start whack whack whacking again. This time, I got up, ready to murder, screamed at him until he scattered, put two towels under the door and dragged my desk chair to push up against the door. That seems to have done it. This morning, I kept my door closed so they would have to start getting used to our living room and, hopefully, the bathroom where their food is (Yes, I'm pissed at them, but I don't want them to starve).

This makes the third night in a row I haven't gotten a full night's sleep--forget 'uninterrupted,' I'm at the point of taking anything that equals six-seven hours. I feel mildly guilty for having scared the cats so bad they were still MIA this morning before I left (I did a quick check around, didn't see them, had to run for the bus), but this is getting serious. If they're in my room, they behave like little shits all night, growling and hissing at one another, jumping up onto everything except me and my bed--ironically, the only way they wouldn't wake me up--and messing with everything. Lilah at one point either got herself 'locked out' or was too dumb to climb through the gap in my door and so she was pushing it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and, at the risk of repeating myself, back and forth. If I leave them out, Sam whines and complains and is the most determined little kitty to get back into my room so he can start being a nearer pain in the ass.

They're adorable, yes, and when they get more people-friendly, I'll have loads of fun with them, but they are definitely not welcome in my room tonight, and, if I have to, I'll put the chair against the door again. I need some sleep.