Well friends, this is going to come as quite a shock to some of you, perhaps you need to sit down. Sunday morning, Mom slept in till nearly 8:45am.I know!
She got up and prepared my breakfast at the regular hour of 4:30am, thank Cod. When it was time to roust her out of the bed at 5:30am, do you know what she did? Nothing. She turned on her side and continued to sleep. I was so shocked I decided to give her a little break. I mean she has been sick and "busy".
By 6:15am, my grace period was over. It's a Sunday. The day was wasting away. I meowed in her face a number of times and do you know what she did? She curled me into her chest and scritched my neck till I fell asleep. I didn't mind that too much actually. I allow these types of distractions.
When I awoke at 7:30am I was completely shocked. Was it already Monday? It might as well have been. I moved into hyper-drive, jumping from the nightstand onto her hip bone, and running across her prone body like it was a kitten super highway.
Somehow she managed to resist me till 8:45am when she finally got up to start the day. By then I was exhausted, and settled in for my second nap. A cat's work is never done.