So the boys have been getting wet food in the mornings lately to counteract their not drinking enough water. Of course, this change in diet was very welcomed by them, and morning is now their absolute favourite time of day. Not just morning, but *early* morning.

Pat and I noticed that every morning they sit on our nightstands and watch us until I get up and give them their breakfast. It starts at about 6:00AM, and they sit there in tense anticipation until I get out of bed to get the food. The alarm clock seems to help cue them on when breakfast should happen.

At around 6:00AM they took up their posts. Enzo on Pat's nightstand, Chewie on mine. At 6:15AM the alarm went off. Pat hit snooze, and Enzo meowed at him a few times. Chewie stuck his paw out and patted my arm a few times. "Get up mommy! The ringy thing went off, it's time for our breakfast."

At 6:30AM Pat got up and went to the shower. Usually I would get up at this time and get the boys their breakfast. Not today. I hit the snooze button again and rolled over, covering my head with the blankets. The boys sat and waited, meowing every once and a while.

At 6:45AM the alarm went off again. I threw back the covers and sat up. Both of the boys went running towards the bedroom door. "This is it! It's time! Breakfast, breakfast, breakfast!" I leaned over, hit snooze again, and laid back down.

I had planned to do this one more time because they were making me laugh so hard, but the boys decided it was time to take matters into their own paws. Chewie jumped up onto the bed and sat on my pillow. I normally love when he does that, but today he had more in mind that snuggling up. He started licking my forehead with his little sandpaper tongue, and he had a firm grasp with claws and paws around my head. He was purring, but he meant business.

Meanwhile, Enzo was at my feet playing hunter. Any and all movement on my part was met with a swift attack of the killer Enzo. He had me laughing so hard I thought I might wet myself. It tickles when they attack your feet through the blankets!

This was an ambush! I was receiving my due punishment for messing with hungry kitties! I called out to Pat who came in to see me, laying on the bed with one cat almost completely covering my face, and another gnawing on my feet. From the laughter I could tell it was quite a sight!

I called off the attack by yelling "Ok, OK, TREAT!! TREAT!! At the word "treat" the boys went running into the kitchen to enjoy the rewards of their victory over the Big Mean Mommy.

Copyright © Rebecca Parkin
January 30, 2001