One of the things I truly dislike, is the Hated Noisy Box. It lives on the bedstand next to where Mom sleeps. Waking Mom is one of my most challenging and yet satisfying jobs duties. When that evil thing comes to life unexpectedly, with music or worse yet - that loud buzzing, it startles Mom and it ruins my carefully laid plans.
It mocks me. It vexes me.
My feline mojo is thrown off for the rest of the day. Some days, I'll admit I wake Mom way before the time it comes to life, just so I don't have to worry. Other days I want a challenge, and I like to cut it as close as possible. I like to live on the edge sometimes. It's risky, but there are times when you need to take a risk... When you just have to say... what the fluff.
It's something I tell Mom all the time when she gets timid... leap and the kitchen counter will appear, but I digress.
The Hated Noisy Box died last night. Mom was trying to set it and the alarm button broke off. Darn! So now it's all on my furry shoulders. It's a big job but I am totally up to the task.