I didn't realize having a two pound fur baby could cause such a raucous in the house - especially at night time. Piper has decided that it's best to sleep all day because evidently, human flesh tastes that much better in the middle of the night. Poor Taterbug brought me a tweaked out Piper at about 11:30 PM last night. Taterbug looked like a new mom; exhausted and worn and begging for some relief.

"Maaaauuummmm! Please take her! I can't handle it! She won't let me sleep and she keeps attacking my fingers!" At this point, her bottom lip started to tremble and big tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. "I really do love her but I need my sleep."

I had to giggle as I sent her off back to bed. How many times had I muttered the same thing when she and her brothers were babies? I took the black and white devil into my room and let her chew on my fingers and chase my toes until she finally quieted down into a purring mass of fuzzy goodness, right above my head. Hubby wasn't too thrilled about having her in our bed but she was quiet and everyone was finally able to get some rest. All was well.

Poor Taterbug has resorted to taking a brief "cat nap" during the day in order to outlast Piper. I caught them in the act yesterday...

We'll hopefully be picking up Piper's half-sister today which will perhaps grant us a little more sleep...or even less :-).