I woke up yesterday morning to discover Kristian wasn't in bed, nor was he in the bathroom. I got up and found him sleeping in the guest room which was odd because I didn't recall having to yell at him about his snoring that night. He said he had had bad heartburn and was tossing and turning and didn't want to wake me up so he went to the other room. He's a sweet one right?
He then pointed out how comfortable the guest room bed is and that it maybe we should actually sleep in there every now and then. I was down. So last night we decided to pretend we were guests in our own home and sleep in the other bedroom. There's just one big problem with this. That's actually the bed the cats sleep on and neither seemed too please about our migration. Wendal gave us a dirty look and proceeded to go into the living room. Halpert (or as we like to call him Satan's Little Helper) decided to take the more direct, asshole approach. He waited til I had been sleeping for a good 2 hours, hit my REM stage to jump all over the room, using the furniture for his own personal cat Olympics. I tried kicking him out but he then proceeded to claw at the carpet outside the door.
Finally I gave up, cussed out the cat and went back to our bedroom, shut the door and slept alone (Kristian was passed out during this entire event). Around 6:30 this morning Kristian crawled back into bed and said that Halpert had spent the last hour jumping from the floor to the bed and using him as a hurdle. The cats have never bothered Kristian before when he's slept in there alone but I guess adding me to the mix pushed them over the edge.
Lesson learned- the cats would prefer it if we stayed in our own damn bed.
I took this picture last weekend when Kristian was taking a nap in the guest room.
Aren't my boys adorable??