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Sleep is highly overrated. So are cats.

So, last night I go to bed. This isn't unusual, I often go to bed at night. It's one of my habbits. But, last night I walk into the livingroom where I sleep in the winter, cause it's warmer and the couch is really quite cozy. Goten is sleeping on the chair. He's sound asleep. I put on my pajamas and he's still sleeping. I crawl into bed. He's still sleeping.

I begin to drift off. Clearly, an alarm goes off in Goten's head, the alarm that says, "Mommy's asleep!" He gets off the couch, yawns, stretches, then runs 150 miles an hour into the kitchen, which is only a few feet away. He's built up such speed that he goes sliding into the food bowl, which slams against the wall, scattering crunchies all over the floor, which sounds like someone is shaking uncooked rice in a tin can. He meows quite loudly at the bowl for having the nerve to be in the same place it always is.

He comes running out into the living room and meows at me. I ignore him and attempt to roll over and get some sleep.

He runs into the bathroom where he starts jumping up to the top of the shower and scurrying around. This sounds like a bunch of squirrels that got between the walls. Scurry, scurry, scurry. When he finishes that, he comes running out and meows at me loudly, as if to say, "Oh boy Mommy, I had fun! Don't you wish you could have fun like this too?"

I say, "Goten I'm trying to sleep."

Then he runs into the kitchen and starts running around in our kitchen, which, like the rest of our apartment, is tiny. It's also the loudest room in the house, having no carpet. He runs around, banging into things. After a bit of that, he runs out and meows loudly. "Did ya hear me, Mommy, did ya hear me?"

"Goten, I would really like to sleep."

He runs back into the kitchen and uses the litter box. Once done, he proceeds to scratch at it, and scratch at it, and scratch at it. Then, he climbs out of the box and for good measure, scratches the outside of the box. Then, just in case, he comes into the living room and decides to scratch at a cardboard box that was in the room, which sounds like someone is ripping paper right by my ear.

"Goten, cut it out!"

This, of course, startles him, so he runs into the kitchen, where he proceeds to find one of his little plastic balls with a bell in it and bat it all around the kitchen. Bad enough the ball is bouncing off the walls sounding like someone is throwing small rocks against the house, he must then chase after the ball, scrambling around the floor, where his claws clicking on the tile sound like someone is walking across a floor made of rice krispies and banging off the walls as well, which sounds like someone keeps throwing a 10lb sack of flour onto the floor, over and over again. Then he runs out into the living room and meows quite loudly. "Oh boy, Mommy, did I have fun! And you missed it!"

"Goten, stop it!"

Goten runs back into the kitchen, chirping with great delight, no doubht saying, "Oh boy, what can I do now that's really really noisy?" He then starts playing with the cabinet door, slipping his paw under it to open it just a bit, then pulling the paw out so it slams shut. BANG! And he can do this really fast, so it's *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* For, oh, what seemed like several hours. Then he runs into the living room, leaps on the sofa, onto my chest, looks down at me and starts making more chirping meowing noises, as if to say, "Oh, hi Mommy. Are you awake too? How strange, I thought you were going to bed. Well, I've been having the bestest time in the world! Wanna play wif me?"

"GOTEN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!

He gets this look like I've just jambed a lit firecracker up his butt and leaps, sinking his claws into my chest, so he can really spring off me.

When Todd comes home, Goten goes running up to him and starts rubbing against him, crying. And I know what he's saying. He's telling Daddy, "Oh Daddy, Mommy was so mean to me! I was just having a little bit of fun, and she yelled at me!"

Todd scoops up Goten and goes, "Aww, you're so cute!" Comes into the living room and looks at me. "Wow, have a rough night? You barely look awake."

I say, "Up yours, we're going out for breakfast."

Now Todd is asleep and so is Goten. Oh, I am tempted to wake Goten up.
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