tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post5968114366174086803..comments2023-09-29T06:58:20.125-07:00Comments on Badtux the Snarky Penguin: Sleep deprivation experimentBadTuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345749557330760251noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-33525136851531412252011-10-05T08:34:54.922-07:002011-10-05T08:34:54.922-07:00If you ever figure out what makes an animal lie do...If you ever figure out what makes an animal lie down in bed with their ass in your face, let me know please. I have a similar problem albeit one more canine than feline :)NoNamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525122106635914532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-9225257168024547092011-10-05T07:24:32.279-07:002011-10-05T07:24:32.279-07:00Update for THIS morning: I'm sleeping on my si...Update for THIS morning: I'm sleeping on my side. TMF cuddles against me and starts purring. Cuddles against me with his ass end towards my face. While whacking his tail back and forth. WHACK! goes his tail into my face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I grab his tail and try to convince him to do something with it other than whack my face with it, and he shakes his tail loose from my grip and starts whacking me with it even MORE fiercely. By this time I'm well and truly awake, it's 6AM, so up I go. SIIIIIIIIIigh!<br /><br />Karen, ya. Thing is, the furry little bastards keep me sane. They keep me from grabbing an AK-47 and mowing down Republican politicians as a menace to Earth civilization, which would be briefly satisfying to see the green blood spill out of our lizard overlords but then I'd be dead and who would feed and water the cats? <br /><br />Leilers: It's sorta like my brother, a hulking 6'4" 200+pounder, and his wife, a tiny 5' tall 95 pounder. You know who's boss in *that* household ;). <br /><br />JzB, you ought to try the self-absorbed quadruped thing, they do wonders for making a man humble. Though I suppose cat hair and trombones are probably a bad combination. <br /><br />Nans, that's the best explanation I've ever heard for cat stampedes. I'm going to steal it :).<br /><br />- Badtux the Cat-owned PenguinBadTuxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01345749557330760251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-55199129542935303602011-10-05T05:36:51.244-07:002011-10-05T05:36:51.244-07:00Oh, Jazz, I was having fun unpacking that until yo...Oh, Jazz, I was having fun unpacking that until you corrected.<br /><br />I think cats can produce the stampedes they do because of quantum weirdness. Cats aren't in any one place until you observe them. Schroedinger didn't pick a cat for his thought experiment by accident.Nangleatorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01908938252272172718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-64713777982888710282011-10-05T04:58:50.655-07:002011-10-05T04:58:50.655-07:00SELF-absorbedSELF-absorbedJazzbumpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07337490817307473659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-44479342874822127122011-10-05T04:58:11.360-07:002011-10-05T04:58:11.360-07:00The non-sleep part I understand fully.
The domina...The non-sleep part I understand fully.<br /><br />The dominance of elf-absorbed quadrupeds - not so much.<br /><br />Head-shakingly,<br />JzBJazzbumpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07337490817307473659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-10684579263091236262011-10-05T03:04:07.167-07:002011-10-05T03:04:07.167-07:00I'm glad that you submit to your feline overlo...I'm glad that you submit to your feline overlords in the appropriate fashion.ellebeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13750909325751849505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-31419526442453872622011-10-04T20:56:29.941-07:002011-10-04T20:56:29.941-07:00I can soooo relate... on nights when my brain won&...I can soooo relate... on nights when my brain won't shut down, and I toss and turn, the feline boys sleep like little furry angels. When my brain is willing to give me a good night's sleep, there's invariably a cat wrestling contest on the bed, or else Rocky decides to balance his 17 lbs on my leg and do a little dance, purring all the while. Pests. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em...Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03079852628674185384noreply@blogger.com