People, I am close to the breaking point.
I seriously have not had a good, uninterrupted night's sleep ALL WEEK. After weeks of normalcy, freaking Simba has suddenly started his Evil Nighttime Routine anew. I can't speak for what he does all day while Nick and I are at work, but all evening as we're puttering around the condo, making dinner and watching TV (or in my case lately, obsessively blogging and commenting) he is absolutely fine. Outgoing even, for him... he'll stay in the living room with us, often right up on the top of the couch. Totally content, game for a little chin scratch once in a while, no issues whatsoever.
But oh lord, the second we go to bed it is a WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY. It's like something flips a switch and he goes totally postal, just pacing around and mindlessly crying. NOTHING seems to provoke it. And NOTHING will make him settle down. Sometimes just for fun, he waits until we've been asleep for an hour or two and then starts it up. It usually happens several times a night. We're NEVER able to sleep through it.
We're getting desperate, people. Willing to try anything possible to Stop the Madness.
He has a vet appointment next Thursday to rule out any sort of physical ailment.
There's even been talk of getting a nightlight, in case he is afraid of the dark.
And yes, I am aware of how completely ludicris that is, given that he is a cat. I am functioning on VERY LITTLE SLEEP HERE and the crazed, desperate side of Kimmers has totally taken over. The last time the crying woke me up last night, I had all I could do not to burst into frustrated tears. The circles under my eyes are getting terrifying. I cried approximately 2,000 times this week, for no reason at all. Nick was ever so pleased.
I am truly afraid of the consequences if he doesn't let me sleep in a little on Saturday. Mama needs to catch up on a little sanity.