Nosleepus Siamesus Nermalus Specimen
Those were the thoughts going through my head when I dared to wake him trying to remove dry towels from the dryer. How rude of me...he is trying to sleep. For those not aware of my plight: Nermal doesn't let me sleep. Why? He feels like going out onto the lanai and seeing what's doing out there. And once he's out...well...there's not much going on so he'd like to come back in now. Right now. And this is our fun little overnight routine as previously chronicled. I'm exhausted. It's like having a newborn in the house.
Needless to say the irony of him being annoyed by me going about my daily duties, which might wake him from his catnaps, is not lost on me.
Our conversation went a little like this:
Nermal: perks his head up and glares at me from laundry basket (glares aren't as glary when they're done with adorably crossed eyes)
Me:"oh, I'm sorry buddy...were you TRYING TO SLEEP?"
Nermal: glares at me with one eye
Me:"isn't it just soooo RUDE when you're trying to sleep but SOMEONE won't let you?"
Nermal: closes both eyes and ignores me until I leave
I'm ignoring you...
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