What do our pets do at night?

[makbike]

I think my eight cats conspire through the night - "How can we move her to the smallest available portion of the queen size mattress?" I swear they work together once I'm asleep to move me so that they can have a majority of the mattress.

Sometimes Twister will play "ring the bell" in the middle of the night. She is fascinated with the tassel pull on the ceiling fan above my bed. She loves to leap up and smack it so it bangs against the globes. Of course when she lands she typically lands on top of me.

The dogs sleep peacefully in the living room. Gaston on the couch, Zorro on one of the chairs.

Never a dull moment in the house.

[SouthernBelle]

Just now:

There is a strange electronic beeping somewhere in the house. I track it from room to room. Finally I find Miss Kitty asleep, draped across the keyboard to my desktop.

How can that possibly be comfortable?

[makbike]

It's a cat thing and we will never, ever understand!

[F8th637]

My Aja does not sleep at all when we go camping. She's on hyper alert mode outside and protecting her humans from the wildlife out there.

She'll be turning 9 this year and has since become a big snorer. She also grooms herself A LOT. She does dream a lot at night resulting in little "woofs" and ends up all over the house: her bed, next to me on the floor, the bathroom floor, the bottom of the stairs, in front of the front door, and sometimes under the bed.

One night she was under the bed and we assume dreaming and all of a sudden heard this low, eerie howl. She scared the bejeezus out of DH who awoke in the middle of her howl. Me? I just said, "It's Aja" and rolled over to fall back asleep.

[Skierchickie]

Hee hee - the camping stories are great!

We took our first dog camping with us - a 70lb collie/St Bernard/who knows what mix. It was Memorial Day weekend - we went to a wedding that day, so we didn't get to the state park until dusk, hunting for campsites right off the road. We wanted to hike in (we were backpacking), but it was too late. We finally found a spot without many people, and set up our tent just in time. We had the dog tied outside the tent. Then the loud, drunk, foul-mouthed, partying all night people showed up. It was upsetting her, so we brought her inside the tent. She was still upset, but there was room for her between us. By 2 or 3 in the morning, after other campers had yelled at them to be quiet, and they had yelled obscenities back and just laughed and yelled louder, one of the girls announced that she had to pee. So she rustles off into the bushes. Thinking it was a critter, our dog started growling and woofing (she had a very big dog voice - sounded very scary for a big ball of fur). Scared the c*** out of the girl! It was too funny! She shrieks & swears & runs back to her group, all freaked out - couldn't have been better! Ordinarily I don't like my pets to make people think they're about to be eaten, but I made an exception.

[trinena]

perfect for this topic see today's "Pearls before Swine"

http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/

[LoriO]

My Corgi once dialed 911. I was cooking dinner and Hubby was on the couch. Suddenly he jumps up and turns the volume up on the scanner. Clear as a bell, officers being dispatched to our address for a 911 hangup!!!!

Look for the phone, and sure enough, fat boy is lying on it. Now to make this even more interesting, I am a 911 dispatcher in another town and my hubby is the fire marshal for the town we live in. We call the PD back and get the dispatcher on the line. Thankfully we know her well and she knows my dogs. We tell her what happened and she just starts laughing. She can barely talk when she called the officer on the air to tell him he can cancel that everything was fine. How embarassing!!!

As for the sleep, I work midnights so the dogs sleep all night on the bed with hubby. In the morning they get up, go outside, come in grab a drink of water and then go back to bed with me until I get up. What a life of leisure they have!!!

[short cut sally]

My little Alphie cat is a bed hog. His cuddling may start off inocent enough, but then he starts kneading, and stretching and using either DH or myself as leverage and he won't be the one that moves while he's shoving. He can start off right between DH and I, by the time he is thru, DH is usally in the livingroom asleep as there is no longer any bed or blankets for him. In the morning, he is laying across the bed, stretched all out and I'm usually on the edge. All 3 of us share a queen sized bed, and its just big enough for one 15# little boy.
Oh, and DH and Iwon't trade him for anything.

[wackyjacky1]

I think my eight cats conspire through the night -

Eight cats? Yikes! Two is a handful for me. If I had eight cats, my life would consist of non-stop litterbox scooping.