"Cats are notoriously sore losers. Coming in second best, especially to someone as poorly coordinated as a human being, grates their sensibility." - Stephen Baker
Three Septembers ago, we adopted Minuet from the Denver Dumb Friends League. After she spent two weeks under our guest bed, she warmed up to us and became the friendly, "talkative" cat she is now. She was great company for me when I was still substitute teaching, and gave me someone to talk to when DH was in school and working.
Then, we got pregnant. Minuet sensed a subtle shift in our attitudes toward her, and protested that shift by waking us at 6 a.m., even on weekends, which seemed intolerable to us at the time, ha ha ha. We thought she would just avoid the baby when she arrived, which she did quite nicely.
Minuet loved that I was up all hours with the baby, it suited her just fine. She liked it so much, she made sure we were up all hours even once Maeve slept longer and longer. Maeve was up at midnight, 2, and 5a.m., while Minuet was up at 11, 1, and 4 a.m. For us as parents, the situation quickly escalated from irritating to impossible.
We spent about a month trying to talk our friends into taking her, and we even put up a Craigslist ad, but to no avail. DH finally completely lost patience with the cat last Sunday night, and started calling local no-kill shelters. Thank goodness we didn't have to take her there, since DH's parents offered to take her. Now she gets to live in the country with a few other cats and dogs, and doesn't have to compete with other lowly humans for attention.
Lesson learned: A parent's sanity is more important than almost anything else. Enjoy your new life, Minuet.