Of late Loki has been awakening me at 12-1 a.m. for food.
You would think that I would be able to ignore the little bugger but he has a very loud cry.
Add to that Lucky taught him all about scratching under the bed.
Last night was no different.
The threat of death did not quieten him.
I stumbled into the kitchen and squinted in the fridge looking for the cat food.
After feeding him my bladder makes itself known so I decide bathroom and back to bed.
I thought that I heard something but no all was quiet.
I was stood at the door hand on the light switch when I looked up.
And saw T coming out of his room.
T (comes up to me and puts his arm around me): Mom I even told you I was awake.
Me: I did not hear you. And if you were still awake why the hell did you let Loki cry until I got up and fed him?
T: I’m getting a melatonin and something to eat.
I crawled into bed and fell asleep in no time.
T who knows what time he went to sleep at.
This morning I had to wake him up and send him out the door to meet his dad across the street.
Picture is my own