I have always disliked interruptions. In fact, I often have a short fuse when my concentration is broken. My cat seems to know this and meows incessantly, demanding to sit on my lap and have his head scratched whenever I am writing or checking my bank account online, or engaged in an important phone conversation. He walks across my computer causing it to embark on a path of strange behavior. He wakes up from a sound sleep if he hears me eating (or smells whatever it is that I am eating). He does not want my food; but simply wants to get on my lap so he can inspect it.
His interruptions don’t stop after dark. He often walks across my chest in the middle of the night, or steps over my head, pulling my hair as he goes. He seems to know exactly where my bladder is situated and steps there often. He doesn’t have a clue how heavy he is – and he is a very large and heavy Main Coon. I covet my sleep so interruptions in the middle of the night are not well tolerated; especially since once awakened, I often cannot get back to sleep for two or more hours. He is extremely vocal, especially at 5:30 in the morning, when he believes it is his most important duty to get me up to feed the chickens and let them out. (Actually, I appreciate this service that he renders since I despise alarm clocks.) Once I have gotten out of bed, fed the chickens, fed him, and made my coffee, he goes back to bed; or he goes back to sleep on the ottoman next to my feet while I drink my coffee.
Life is full of interruptions and while I do my best to accept them gracefully, I also limit opportunities for them to interfere with my day (or night). I mute the ringer on my phone whenever I am sleeping. I do not answer phone calls from numbers I do not recognize. I know that sooner or later, my life will be interrupted. I think it may be like watching the movie of my life when suddenly the power goes out. Life’s final interruption will be one that I must accept without complaint.
