When Mack was alive, I did not regularly sleep in on the weekends. Weekends were when we went for a morning walk as well as an evening walk, or when we went some place special. Mack knew this, and was always eager for me to awaken at the normal or earlier than normal time. I loved his zest for life, and we did get out and go. It was good.
Over the years, after Mack died, I have taken to wanting to sleep in on the weekends. Not every weekend, but most. And that has been okay.
My cats wake me up, usually before the alarm goes off, but on the weekends, it has been easy to ignore the cats: When I just had Sake and Haiku, they did not like to be on the bed at the same time, so one or the other would try to get me to get up. They might act singly, or in tandem, but rarely at the same time.
Taki has upset the balance of power. Amazingly, it is now possible for all three cats to be in the same place at the same time: at the dinner table, on the sofa, or on the bed. Well, when all three cats are telling me it is time to get up on a Saturday or Sunday morning, and I do not want to, they do not give me much relief. I can resist one cat, or two cats in tandem, but not three cats.
Taki has only just figured this out the last 3 weeks. I have to admit, I am enjoying arising early, and having a longer day for myself to enjoy not working. I am sleeping better on weekend nights, too.
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