Writing Under Pressure

I'm not talking about the pressures of production. No. I'm talking about the whims of my cat. Anyone with a female (unspayed) cat knows what I'm talking about. My cat is in heat.

I haven't slept at nighttime now for a good four days. Thank God for the days off, because without them, I probably would have crashed my car or killed a co-worker (the car on accident, the co-worker, accidentally on purpose.) I feel like a mom with a new baby. I have to sleep when she sleeps, because there is no sleeping when she is awake and yowling.

Last night I wore her out, to the point of near exhaustion, playing laser tag. Today, I tried waking her every time I saw her little head start to nod off (why should I be the only one going psychotic from lack of sleep, right?). Tonight, as I strove for my 3k (fell a little short by 230 words or so - I'll get that tomorrow!) she was sleeping. I knew I should have said to hell with it and got in bed. I kept trying to wake her up, so she'd be tired when I was done. To no avail. Sure enough, I finish the scene, I update my sig on AW, then start to turn off lights, and she starts to yowl. Laser pointer it is.

The Free-Spay-And-Neuter-Month can't come too early. I just hope I make it till then.