Well it seems that Miss Kitty and I have come to a bit of an agreement. She agrees not to wake me up howling at 3am every morning, and I agree not to trow things at her. She goes off like clockwork each morning at 3am (and Luke tells me she wakes him up each afternoon at 3pm, weird…) but now that it’s cold outside, she only THINKS she wants to go out. She howls, I stumble out of bed and over to the door where I stand and wait for Miss Fickle to tiptoe over in the general area of the door, I open it and then see her shrink back at the cold air coming from outside, then run the other way back into the house and into hiding. Fine. I go back to bed and even though she knows she doesn’t want to go out, she howls to wake me up and try it again. The other night I was just sick of this crap, instead of getting out of bed, I threw a book at her. Don’t worry, it was a paperback, and it was dark so I’m almost sure I missed. She was quiet the rest of the night, and this morning when I woke up and saw her curled up on the couch by the wood stove, I realized that she didn’t wake me up last night either. How nice. Let’s hope this pattern continues. Maybe I’ll stop disliking her so much. Maybe.