"Cracker's Log 0022016. I made it through the harrowing night. It was touch and go as I didn't have all of my cracker faculties, but I was able to whine and pace the bed room enough times to convince the human to leave the comfort of her bed and take me back to the office where the magical Amethyst mat with the far infrared rays and negative ions could recharge my cracker battery. I also convinced her she'd get better night's sleep on the mat spooning me. Human seems happy. Something about the Biomat is finally paying for itself."
No, that drugged out look is not from the narc's, which barely work on him, but from the Biomat. Remember the Amethyst Biomat, Internet? It is not exactly an inexpensive item. And it's paying for itself by being the only thing that can calm the cracker. It's covered with a liquid resistant cover since he will now be using it regularly.
Apparently the bedroom is too stimulating with all the windows open for scent to come in. Loki would sleep for an hour then get up to go to the window, pace and cry. By 3 a.m. I tried another narc but at 4 a.m. he was pacing again. So downstairs we went to the office. He also made me spoon him the rest of night with his apple bottom planted firmly into my hips. And yes it sucked to sleep on a (literally) rock hard surface, but nothing would make me happier than to ease my best friend's woes.
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