Happy October 1! Last night wasn’t as chilly as previous nights, but it was perfectly cold for me. With my bedroom windows open, I snuggled happily under my quilt & blankets & slept as well as an elderly lady will, waking up to use the bathroom & feed the cats when they bother her.
Bobby started bothering me around 3 a.m., meowing about the cold. How did I know his meows were about the cold? Well, I know Bobby. He hates the cold. While Radar will burrow his way under the covers next to me, his head on the pillow by mine, Bobby stays on top of the afghan by my feet. Plus, Bobby is a real complainer. He complains about the cold, he complains about the cat box if there’s one turd in there he doesn’t want to see or smell, he complains about the dry cat food being too old, he complains that there’s not enough sun coming through the windows on a cloudy day.
I did what I always do when Bobby gets like this. I told him to STFU & I went back to sleep.
When I finally got up, I closed my bedroom windows & I turned on the heat. With my year-old high-efficiency furnace, within a short time, the house was nice & warm & no more complaints.
The cats were both in the bathroom, vying for placement on the floor vent, like it was the only one in the house. <sigh> It’s going to be a long winter.