I have to get up six days a week at 5:30AM.. Sunday I get to sleep in until 7:00AM....

My cats all went nuts at 4:00AM this morning. It all started with Hobbes and his squeaky little cry.. squeak .. [ tick tick tick ]... squeak... every minute and a half... then got Webster interested... he jumps up runs up and down the stairs half a dozen times. (Hard wood - lots of thumps) THEN he comes into the bedroom, jumps on the bed and STICKS HIS NOSE IN ONE OF MY NOSTRILS. HIS WHOLE NOSE was wedged as far in my nose as he could get it. I don't ever want to hear breath stealing is a myth again! After I struggled out of that one he laid down on my face, with his furry belly, I kept pushing him off he kept coming back. I ended up tucking him under my arm, and at some point he ended up buried under the down comforter, which later woke me up when I became unbearably warm.

He finally struggled free, about 6:00AM, when Shadow decided he needed to play with the lump under the covers, Hobbes hearing the claws on the covers, came running from his crying circuit, tore across the top of the bed, Webster broke free, joined in the ruckus..

My husband jumped out of bed in utter disgust and stomped into the bathroom for a shower, I stomped downstairs trying to decide whether or not to boot the cats outside for life, only to discover someone had closed the basement door (where the litterboxes are) poor Hobbes.. probably held it for 2 hours while running up and down the stairs...

They are such good kitties... good good kitties!

Copyright © Marcia Newell
November 21, 1999