Awake Again

Bah, I can't sleep. I mean, I did sleep. I went to bed around 11, and woke up around 2. But now it's 3:23 and I can't get back to sleep.

The house is full of sleeping pills. KJ couldn't fall asleep without them. But I'm not fond of them. I saw what they did to her sometimes. They knocked her out so soundly that the house could have burned down around her. I don't want to surrender that much control, especially with no other humans in the house.

I did, however, take a Benadryl. My nose is stuffy.

The cats seem to know something is wrong. Kara sleeps with me all night as usual, but her daytime behavior has changed. Since she has no teeth, we supplement her diet with a "cat soup" treat every day. But she's refused to eat it the last two days.

Wicket looks confused, but he always looks confused, so the difference is subtle. Quinn is the most changed. She used to spend half her day in KJ's lap, but I barely saw the cat at all yesterday. I had to go find her, and she was asleep on my bed.

All the cats are more wary of the living room now. It probably has more to do with the puppy we temporarily hosted than KJ being gone. I've cleaned, but the room probably still smells like puppy to them.

Oh well, I'm going to take another stab at sleeping now.