For the record, I love my cat.

But maybe slightly less between the hours of 2:30 and 5:30 am, which is the time she insisted that I demonstrate my love.  Either by making sure I was awake and watching as she went on noisy adventures around my room, or coming for about 15 minutes of cuddles at a time, then allowing me to doze off again before the cycle began again.

At one point she stood on my chest and started kneading so hard it set off a coughing fit in me.  I’ve already been having breathing issues over the last couple of weeks, so cat hair and chest compression were not high on my list of requests.

What’s odd about this is how she has not been cuddly for the last few months.  Then suddenly two nights ago, I’m a snuggle-vector again.  Cats!