The innocent looking princess above got me up at 4:30am when it started to thunder and downpour, two things that send Rita Mae into a pseudo-panic attack.
First the intense shaking starts. Then, the loud panting. Finally, the inability to sit or lay still sets in, and any hope for going back to sleep is thrown out the window.
Rather than fight the inevitable, I got up with her (and always has to tag-a-long little brother Harvey) and moved to the couch, where they both instantly settled down and went right back to sleep, leaving me wide awake.
I’ve been watching episodes of “Comedians in Cars getting Coffee” for the past 4 hours while my dogs sleep on top of me and my husband continues to sleep soundly in bed, interrupted.
My stomach just rumbled loudly, waking Rita and causing her to start shaking. (Which is when I took the above picture of her, looking all pensive.) She must have thought it was more thunder, which scared her awake.
Why should I be the only one awake in this house?