2am. It's one of Willow's favorite times to be a major pain in the ass. A couple days ago, around said time, she starts yowling her head off.
Meow! Meeeow! Meeoowwr! MREOWRAWR!
I try to ignore it. I'm exhausted. And I already had to get up an hour ago to find my way downstairs so I could get water. Some nights here are really bad... I wake up in the middle of the night and my mouth is so dry, it hurts.
MREOWR! MRRRRROW! MEOWR!
I put a pillow on my head and pull up the blankets. She'll shut up soon.
MRRRREW! MROW! MEEEEEWR! MREEOWR!
She's starting to sound more sad and upset. So, I push the blankets and the pillow off, and fall out of get out of bed. I wander sleepily out of my room and into the dark hallway. I wait for eyes to adjust a little bit so that I don't have to turn on the light and risk waking my parents up. Then, I look around and see my cat... with her head stuck in my parents' bedroom door. She can't move forward. And she can't move back. I really couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry...

I have a less funny story, too... but it's too long to write up right now...

( 6 o' clock in the bloody morning... )

I want a new cat. ._.