...I know, I know, little Flamey. My wee ginger cat is whinging at me, that I'm up past my bedtime. It's a habit she'd gotten into when my mum was still alive...if mum stayed up past her usual bedtime, it genuinely upset Flame, 'cos it meant mum was feeling too poorly to sleep...now, flame associates late-night behaviour of mine--whether 'cos I'm unwell, or kept up by noisy neighbours, or merely not sleepy, she associates that with something being wrong, and any time I'm up past midnight, Flame starts pacing around me, and whinging and moaning and throwing a fit.
So, it's going for 2am---that's around 7am your time, so I best listen to her and hit the hay. I've another long day ahead tomorrow, so I'd best be off. Cheers.
Oh jeez, I should add, that Flame has decided that she rather likes my TGI Friday's cheese flavour mexican quesadilla crisps! So we can add to her list off non cat food items she enjoys noshing on: movie theater butter flavour microwave popcorn, cheese-in-a-can, Chinese food, cheetos cheese puffs, broccoli with cheese sauce, rice pudding, vanilla ice cream, and now the quesadilla chips. Well, Flamey's a total cheese head, she goes bonkers for anything to do with cheese--well, anything to do with food, period. Flame has an eating disorder--she's obsessed with food...even when she's not hungry, she'll still want food...won't eat it, but she'll want it. Daft wee cat.
