Life can get complicated when you're spending half the night with one maiden and the second half with the other double chromosomal being. It's not exactly a harem...so far.
I had been with the first gal for about seven or so years and we lived happily in a succession of apartments. Occasionally, I'd bring home another gal just for variety, but Z was never jealous. She knew she was number one.
Until I met B.
B and Z got along famously, but there was something in the air that was causing trouble and sneezing.
Cat dander.
So when B and I moved in together, we agreed the door to the bedroom should be closed. Z would have to find another place to sleep. Our menage a trois was over.
Z handled it well, taking to the upstairs bedroom until she heard us get up in the morning.
I missed having my feline friend on the bed, but so be it.
Then a couple of weeks ago, Z decided she'd had enough alone time. She began yipping and scratching at our door at 3:46 a.m. every morning.
I tried putting a sound machine on the outside of the door. I selected rain to drown out her whining, but Z's meow is like a smoke detector that needs new batteries. You don't know exactly when there will be a an annoying beep, but you know it's going to come. And you can't sleep.
I tried thunder and when that didn't work I tried to program a Phyllis Diller monolog into the machine. Still no luck.
I even added a purifier inside the doorway.
Still, I could hear her.
For the time being, I have given in. When Z wakes, I slip out of bed and go into the guest bedroom and I am hers for the remainder of the morning.
It's not the perfect solution, but it works for now.
Any suggestions?
