The Twilight Zone

You know that state between awake and asleep?  Maybe you're trying to stay awake, but for whatever reason, your mind drifts and your eyes close and next thing you know -bam!- you're asleep?!  That happens to me almost every time I try to stay awake but end up falling asleep.  Makes for some very interesting "conversations" I have, I'm told.

A couple weeks ago, I was in my son's room just hanging out after coming home from work.  He was sitting on the floor playing with his XBox and I was lying on the bed on my stomach facing the cat who had made herself plenty comfortable there all day.  I should've known better than to try to stay awake on a comfy platform after a grueling day of work.  To try to not fall asleep I tried to engage in conversation with my son, as well as the cat, for good measure.  The cat, as usual, just kept ignoring me.  The more she ignored me, the more I tried to get her to look at me.  Sometimes she'd look at me as if I were a big nusance and quickly turn away and go back to cleaning herself. The more I thought my cat was being annoyed, the funnier it seemed to me.  Yes, I am easily amused.  

I was in this state between fading consciousness and giddy fatigue.  At one point, I know I was drifting.  My son would be talking and he'd look at me in anticipation of a response.  I'd sensed he was looking at me so my eyes would pop open and I'd ask him to repeat his question.  After awhile, I just couldn't stay awake but I must've still been obsessed with the cat, because I remember part of a dream I quickly had.  I was hosting a party and serving cake.  Mocha (my cat) was there with a guest (another cat).  I was passing cake around and I blurted out, "Kitty, would you like a piece of cake?"  The thing is, I said this Out. Loud.  I quickly came to as I heard my son ask, "What?!  What are you asking Mocha?"  As I realized what had happened, I cracked up for a good 10 minutes.  At this point, both the cat and my son were looking at me like I was certifiably insane.

As much as I tease Mocha in all good fun, she definitely knows she's the queen of the castle.  It doesn't go unnoticed that she spends more time on my bed than I do and that she constantly has our attention.  Unfortunately for Mocha, these incidents provided more ammunition for pestering her.  If I want to really get death looks from her, all I need to do is ask her if she would like a piece of cake.  And I immediately crack up.