I am a bad mother

Oh, not to linus but to my cat.
Usually, a couple of hours after I go to bed, she decides to jump up and down on my dresser to get me to get up and feed her fat belly. I have lately just been locking her out of my room. Mean, I know.
Well, last night, she was just being a totally different cat. She wasn't bugging me. Even though a couple of times I could here her scratching what I thought was my hope chest. At 6:30 this morning, Eugene work me up while getting his clothes ready for the bathroom. I got up and still could hear Esther scratching and very faintly meowing. I kept moving closer and closer to my dresser. I heard her more everytime I took a step. I leaned into the dresser and thought, oh my goodness, she's in there. Sure enough, she was in my t-shirt/sweatpants drawer. I opened the drawer and she couldn't get out any faster. She squeezed her chubby body out and starting "talking" to me. Poor thing. I went and laid back down in bed for a couple of minutes and she was all over me. Purring like crazy. "Kissing" me and rubbing all over me. Again, poor thing.

I went and told Eugene and he snickered and said, maybe she'll be good at night from now on. Yeah right. And just for the curious minds, I opened the drawer when I got home at 8pm to find some sweats to wear while I was on the treadmill and didn't close it until right before I crawled in bed.

I hope by the time I get home, she has forgotten all about it and loves me again. Linus on the other hand can keep dreaming of her liking him. He is sooooo mean to her. She is use to it though.

Have a sunshiny day.