Belle and I spent another restless Thursday
night. The cats stayed out all night and
Belle stayed up all night. Belle would
ask for food each time I would feel most at rest. Then she’d run downstairs and pulverize the
dinner rolls or muffins we’d brought home earlier. I knew Belle couldn’t handle it when she
threw herself onto the kitchen floor in tears over chocolate pudding. I thwarted the tantrum long enough to get
both cats in and fed. I managed to brush
Belle’s teeth and put her to bed after midnight. That’s a far cry from the nine pm ideal. It just isn’t happening this week. How do we get back on track?
Love your posts, Camille!
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