A taste of things to come...

Alise and I both slept very badly last night...

We have decided that we are going to rearrange our house around a little. We technically have 3 bedrooms, which are basically 2 medium-ish sized rooms and one small one which has been used as an office and a spare room in its time.

Right now the small room is the spare room and has our sleep sofa/Coco's couch in it and little else. It's really that small a room. We occupy the room right next door, that I'll call the green room. It's got a tiny closet but does look out onto the back of the house, so is a little more tranquil. The blue room is at the front of the house and has a larger closet, and currently is really being used by the cats as a place to eat, drink and poop.

We decided that we will move into the blue room ourselves, move the sleep sofa/Coco's couch into the green room to make it a more habitable spare room/office/library, and turn the smaller room into a nursery.

As part of this, we moved all of the cats food/water/cat litter downstairs into the kitchen. All of the cats move around the house, so they'll adjust. One of them though, last night, didn't seem to get it and decided to keep waking us up.

'I have no food', she'd tell us.
'It's downstairs', we'd reply.
'Where downstairs?' she'd say.
'The kitchen'.
'Oh. I liked it upstairs'
'We know you did... but we had to move it'
'Ah'. She'd say. Feeling hungry, she'd pop into the blue room for a snack.

'I have no food', she'd tell us fifteen minutes later.

And so it went on. All night.

I consider this practice.