Day 216: Operation Don’t Get Up Is Really Hard You Guys

Okay, Operation Don’t Get Up is rough. ROUGH. I know I was thinking “this will be rough” yesterday, but I wasn’t really anticipating the roughness.

So the thing about getting woken up early by the cat, and actually getting up, is that it’s an action. You’re kind of mad and resentful, but you’ve done something. You’re reacting to the environment.

Lying in bed while the cat is nudging and nuzzling and meeping and tromping around and pretending to sleep is weird. I feel like a character in those movies where everyone’s dead and you’re hoping the killer just won’t notice you. So the cat continues to tromp and meep and nuzzle and you’re like “I’m giving you nothing, cat”.

But it’s a head game. It’s a rough, crazy head game.

So it’s an experiment without an end point — if the cat is still doing its thang in a week, who has won? In two weeks? A month?

It’s certainly not relaxing. I’m not getting more valuable time in bed by doing this. I’m just hoping it will somehow re-train the cat that there’s no point in bugging me before my alarm goes off, and only Stern Voice and being ignored.

Operation Don’t Get Up will continue indefinitely.

I think I need to try it as a meditation thing — mentioned yesterday. If I’m lying there pretending to be asleep, I might as well use that time to get my thoughts in order. Not, like, “real” meditation, with sitting cross-legged and chakras and stuff. Just mental shelving and re-shelving.

The other big decision was that the cat won’t get any special food in the morning — it used to be a bit of a morning ritual to give the cat a spoonful of soft food, while the machine dispenses hard food. So the other working theory is maybe that’s the trigger. Doing away with any expectation of getting me up = soft food might decouple that get-me-up instinct over time.