Lulu's here. She was just here three months ago, and a fragile peace between her and Mallory had been achieved. You'd think that'd stick, right?
So last night, I brought her into bed with me, hoping that the Strong Arms of Mommy would lessen all the growling and hissing (Bri knows how that feels with her CIO issues). Well, that only worked to a point. IF my arms were physically protecting her, she'd growl in that growl/purr kind of way, but the minute I moved we were back to full-throated noises.
I also tried curling my body around her, forming a barricade to keep The Boys from getting too close (although she never seems to have a problem with Bogie, and within a day they'll be cuddling together). My hope was that between her purr/growl and my body, we'd all be ok. You know, like the Berlin Wall or Korea's DMZ. Definitely not like Hadrian's Wall or (even worse) the Maginot Line. Just a nice blockade, separating the Girl from The Boys, with the Human in the middle, and allowing us all to get some sleep.
Well, it worked. Little Guy was channeling Truman for all he was worth, and tried to breach the Wall by climbing over, tunneling under, yowling louder in an effort to get to Lulu.
At about 3, I decided this was just not a good plan and kicked the boys out of my room so we could all sleep... until 4 when they wanted breakfast. I finally got some (restless) sleep from 6 to 7:30, and I'm hoping that now Lulu is safe in my closet (her choice) and Mallory is just lying there watching to see what she does next, I can catch a nap and actually start my day.
I often joke that I don't need kids, I have cats. Here's proof.