The flip side of rolling over

Last night was the worst night in weeks.

We have a cat. We have a hungry and somewhat annoying cat. Most cats will graze all day on a bowl of food. If I left a bowl of food out for my cat she would eat and eat and eat until she threw up. So, we feed her like a dog, two meals: one in the morning and at night.

Last night, she decided that morning was 3 a.m., so to let us know she was hungry, she sat in front of the kids’ rooms and meowed as loud as she could until we got up and fed her.

I should note that we have a cat feeding timer and last night it was set to open at 4 a.m. but the cat decided 3 a.m. would be better.

This is not an isolated incident, so Sophia has gotten pretty used to this routine and can now sleep through it. Ryan, however, has not fully development that ability yet.

Recently, Ryan’s been waking up and soothing himself back to sleep, but now that he’s getting to be a pro at rolling over, when the cat started meowing last night, Ryan woke up, rolled over and freaked out. This happened five times between 3 and 4 a.m.

For the first and second roll over I went to his room and rolled him back and he fell back to sleep. The third time I thought if I gave him a bottle he’d really fall back to sleep and we could get through the rest of the night.

Two ounces later he was a sleep and I was back to bed, but not for long. He woke up two more times by rolling himself over before he finally settled back to sleep.

Anybody want a cat?