Hunting a cat

First of all it is 6:00 in the morning and both my children have been awake for 30 minutes. A mom is supposed to have time to get up spend time in The Word, have time to go online and even start some chores, besides they need their sleep right? WRONG! Oh well maybe Claire will take a nap today.

Have you ever hunted a cat? Okay I don't REALLY mean hunting in the literal sense, but I certainly feel like it every morning around 3:00 a.m. This magical time is when Gabby thinks we are dead asleep, and she can sneak onto our bed, and then come lay right in between hubby and I on one of our pillows. This has been a reoccuring theme, and this is considered unacceptable behavior by hubby and I. We feel cats don't belong on furniture, counters, in the babies room, and by NO MEANS near our heads at night.

Alas I sleep with a water spray bottle, and alas every morning she will try to sneak her way up to our heads only for me to start spraying frantically because I am half asleep, half awake, and fully annoyed! I got hubby the other night, poor thing. She will learn, I know she will, but until then I will keep hunting her every morning.