Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats, cats, cats!

Grrr!

Now don't get me wrong, I love my 'little' twelve pound furball to pieces. Really. He's been the one creature on this planet that has stuck with me through thick and thin, literally.

But last night I got to bed late, like about midnight, knowing full well that I needed to get up at 5 am for work. So I was already sleep deprived.

This morning at 4:20AM His Majesty the Cat insists, INSISTS mind you, that I get up. I feel this paw gently stroking my cheek, with only enough claw exposed to feel. I'm a light sleeper, so of course this wakes me up. But I'm in No Mood to be up. So I pull the covers over my head, hoping to be ignored.

Now as you all know, cats are stubborn to the core. I KNEW he was out there, using his powers to ESP to keep me up. Finally I gave in. I got up.

So, does he want me to feed him? I follow him to the kitchen and turn on the light. Maybe I can sneak back to bed now. No, he look back to MAKE SURE that I am following. Yes, Master.

Does he want to go outside? No.

HE WANTS ME TO FOLLOW HIM TO HIS FULL FOOD BOWL TO WATCH HIM EAT! Good Grief! At 4:30AM in the dark morning!

I go back to bed and shut the door.

"Merow?"

Copyright © Brian Armstrong
June 13, 2000