We have a schedule. The Mom gets up, she uses her litterbox, and then she feeds me. We do this every morning. Simple, eh? You would think.
This morning, the Mom gets up at her normal time and uses her litterbox. Next thing I know, she's going back to the Big Sleepy Spot. Hello? Did you forget something? I was really mad too 'cause I had been nice and warm in the laundry basket and got up to get fed. Heck. If you're going to make me get out of my spot, you better darn well feed me.
So what do I do? I go into the bedroom, jump up on top of the Mom, and howled in her face. She took one look at me and said "sorry Ayla. I'm sleeping in late today. You'll have to wait" The nerve! Since I can't smack the Mom I just sat there and glared at her. Unfortunately, she's the only one who is mostly immune to my Evil Eye.
I think I need to throw up a hairball on her pillow.
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Ayla, We're missing you at Magoo's birthday party.
Hairballs are ineffective for getting food. People think you're sick an decide you don't need anything in you tummy.
Poop on things. THAT will get their attention...
I march around on the bed Meowing & meowing. I walk over her and meow by her head. She will get up & stumble to the kitchen & feed me 'cause she knows if she does that I will go back to sleep for a couple hours & so can she. In peace.
How rude! This morning, I did my usual "wake-up-Mom-16-minutes-before-her-alarm-goes-off" routine (which she secretly loves). I whined, pawed at her arm to get love, knocked things off of the dresser and night stand and made it known it was "Kukka-Time!"
She grumbled and said, "If Kukka ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy."
No truer words have ever been spoken!
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