Ours is a house divided. A little after we got Macbeth, we took him to the vet for a checkup and, as wallowing in the filth of a shelter would have it, he's / has got / had ringworm. The vet instructed us to separate the kitties and go Mommie Dearest nuts with the cleanliness lest the ringworm spores settle all over the place. Plus, we also get to grab up Macbeth once a day and shoot some foul medicine into his mouth and rub his ears and neck with a topical treatment. He puts up with it pretty well instead of going into Cuisinart mode.
So, MacBeth is in the bedroom with us (smaller area, easier to clean) and Little Guy (aka Faust) has the run of the rest of the place.
Well, we are four weeks into it just about with one more week to go before we go back to the vet for an all clear.It won't be a moment too soon either. Our little cherub goes king-ass-wahoo-fucking-bunga-bunga-nuts at exactly 6AM every morning. My head's been used as a cat version of a 1m springboard, feet have been pounced, toys have been dropped on our face. Throwing them off the bed does no good either, because, this cat fetches. Let me repeat - this cat fetches. You toss it, he runs off, tackles it and hauls it back to you for another try. Remarkable. Still a pain in the ass at 6am though.
As luck would have it I was reading dooce and she pointed out how she and her husband blacked out their kid's room to make her go back to sleep after waking up at 6am. I think we need to try that.
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