The Cat Who Won’t Live to Be Two

. . . otherwise known as Troilus. For those of you who knew him during the first year of his life you will understand me when I say he has reverted to his naughty kitty days. I swear I didn’t sleep at all during the first six months of his life. It was a lot like having a new baby, at least from what I remember of year one with Alyssa, Jenna and Riley.

Well, Mr. Man has decided that I am not entitled to sleep after uprooting him and disrupting his life. He has been keeping me up all night every night since I moved to Sacramento. Some nights are worse than other nights. To put it mildly, he is not adjusting well. I feel bad for him until about 3 a.m., and then I am done. I have tried shutting him out of the bedroom, but then he just cries to get in and Cassandra cries to get out. If I shut them both out I hear him terrorizing her up and down the hall all night and I can’t sleep anyway.

The other night was particularly bad. He was running around the room, knocking things over, pouncing on Cassandra, playing with the blinds. Finally, he began to calm down. I had just fallen asleep when he pounced on my face. THAT WAS IT! I leapt out of bed and chased him around the apartment with the squirt bottle. I must have looked like a crazy person running around in my rumpled P.J.s, my hair flying everywhere, screaming at my cat and wielding a loaded spray bottle. Of course I never caught him, but the good news is that we were both so worn out that I was able to sleep for the remaining three hours until I had to get up for work.

Seriously, I don’t know what to do about this cat. He will be one sorry little kitty when I lose my job due to falling asleep at my desk and the tuna and treats dry up.

Any suggestions? Does anyone else have a crazy pet who keeps them up all night?