Sunday, November 11, 2007
A Hard Day's Night
Ms. Blonde One thinks she's got a tough schedule...I tell you, she's got nothing on this furry feline. Can't you see the stress?
4:00 am Perimeter check: 5 rooms. 947 square feet. Special mission plastic or silver fish.
4:30 am Pit stop: snack, litter box.
4:35 am Chase tail. Find plastic. Chew, chew, chew.
4:45 am Exhausted. Back to bed. Cat nap.
5:00 am Look for love. Try to wake the peeps. Poke eyes. Poke, purr, poke.
5:10 am Spontaneously combust. Exhausted. Back to bed.
5:30 am Ignore the clock.
5:40 am Ignore the clock.
5:45 am Stir. Follow the peeps in a daze. Rest often.
7:30 am Exhausted. Back to bed.
9:00 am Back...no wait, still in bed. Heavy sleep. Dreams.
11:00 am Locate sunbeam. Sit pretty. Watch birds. Day dream. Snack.
noon Wonder where the big cats are. Wonder what indignities they must suffer. Photo shoots? Clearly not.
12:05 pm Exhausted. Pad about looking for somewhere comfy. Maybe couch? Nap.
4:00 pm Quick perimeter check. No peeps. Wonder where they are.
4:10 pm Snack. Find some trouble. Get into it.
5:30 pm Quick nap.
7:00 pm Peeps arrival. Attach oneself. Purr, purr, purr.
8:00 pm Dinner. Catch up on a little tv and blogging. Still no news of the big cats.
10:30 pm Berzerker hour! No blinking, staring or breathing. Seek victims and attack.
11:00 pm Exhausted. Patiently wait for the peeps to trundle to bed.
11:30 pm Finally. Sleep, glorious sleep. Dreams, glorious dreams.