The Day Can Only Get Better

I closed the cats out of my room last night. The heat goes on in my apartment around 5am and as soon as the radiators begin to hiss the cats assume it's time for breakfast. They jump on my bed, they jump on me, nudge me, meow, stick their butts in my face and otherwise try to get my attention so I'll get up and feed them.

This is more or less OK during the week when I need to wake up around that hour anyway, but on the weekends I like to sleep late so I lock them out.

This doesn't stop them. They meow at the door, try to reach up to turn the knob, and otherwise make a pain-in-the-ass of themselves. But it does buy me an extra hour or so of sleep.

This morning, around 6:30am, they'd been making a racket for an hour so I got up to give them some food in hopes that I could go back to sleep. The picture above shows the position of my bed.

I stumbled up, half asleep, to go feed them.

On my way around the corner of the bed, I smashed my shin on the sharp corner of the platform bed. To keep my balance, without thinking, I grabbed onto the radiator pole shown in the above pic. By 6:30 the heat's been on about an hour and a half and is about 1,000 degrees. The severe burn on my hand precluded me from massaging the spot where I'd hit the corner of the platform bed so I just hit the floor.

Meanwhile, the cars yowled, knowing I was awake.

I hobbled out to the kitchen, fed the little bastards, and went back to bed for the rest of the day.