Suffication

The cats have started to spend alot more time with us as of late. Finnegan and Riley are dealing with the new intruders very well, and I think Gilday and I are getting the hang of having them around us as well. We're also getting a good idea about their personalities and quirks, and what to expect from a each cat. Which, really isn't much.

Charlie, he is quite the character. When Gilday or I get home from work, we let him & Sawyer upstairs for some alone time while the dogs run off some of their energy outside. This is when Charlie is at is happiest. He will follow you around wherever you go, and almost whore himself to you for love. Once he gets at most 5 minutes of love, he then becomes the most ornery little guy in the world and the most vocal. He won't want anything from you, and will even flinch if you go to pet him, but of course, he will still follow you wherever you go. If he can't see Sawyer, he will wail until sawyer comes running. At night, he goes back to the whore phase of his persona. Sawyer is a stand offish sort of fellow that pretends to not really be interested in you, but you can tell he's really happy to have been saved from the outside world.

We've started to allow the cats to sleep upstairs with us at night, and Charlie, (who like I said, is a whore at night), is not a good sleeping companion. He insists on sleeping as close to you as possible, and preferably horizontally across your face. He doesn't try it when your just settling into bed, nooo. He makes sure to do it as soon as you've hit your deepest rem sleep. The other night, when he attempted his face plant, I somehow incorporated it into my dream. I dreamt that in the car I was driving, the steering wheel popped off and turned into a fur coat that was trying to suffocate me. Come to find out, it was just a cat draping himself across my head. Not a great thing to wake up too multiple times at night. Sawyer, however, sleeps like a dream and knows his place. He's just glad to be part of it all and finds the spot right between us to curl up and spend the night.

No, internet. I'm not turning into a cat person. I swears. Though, I have to admit, they really aren't half bad.