It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a full 8 hours of sleep. This is mostly due to this wild beast named Gracie, who decides in the middle of the night that my chest is her bed, and the bathroom is for her to practice her singing lessons. She may look innocent, with those delicate pink paws, huge bright blue eyes, and the kiss of an angel. But the minute the lights go off, this tiny, 7 lbs creature, turns into a lion that’s on the prowl. Oh yes, pouncing, kneeding, howling at the moon, or whatever she’s talking to. I’ve often times thought about putting her in a soundproof bubble, but I don’t think that would be very nice of me.

So instead, I’ve decided to feed her a full meal close to bedtime, wake her up throughout the day to give her kisses and hugs (as I feel that’s only fair), and play with her right before I go to sleep. So far, so good. We’ll see how long this lasts until she starts catching on to my little plan.

You just can’t help but love them through the thick and thin, the sleep and no sleep.