Here's another favorite from the past, hope you enjoy it. By the way our floofster is still doing well. She needs the appetite enhancer but she is sassy and full with it.
As I reported yesterday the
changing of the sunrise has thrown me off my efforts to wake Mom.
Admittedly, I've been late a few times, and in an effort to over
compensate, early a few times too. I've even been caught off guard and
been awakened by the hated noisy box.
The other night I
was sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting for the sun, when I noticed -
the Moon. Sometime in the night, Mom had kicked off her covers,
exposing a section of lily white tush that actually glowed in the
moonlight. I was mesmerized.
Of course I've touched the
butt before, but perhaps it was the coolness of the tiles, and my
desire for a refill of my water, that lead me to my next thought - what
if I touched the celestial body with my paw, my cold paw. No, better
yet, my cold, damp paw.
I gripped the cool porcelain (I
think a paw held in front of the AC vent would work well here too), and
waited. When I was adequately chilled, I stuck my paw in the water bowl
and headed off for - a Moon landing.
I made a
stealthily approach, hoping she wouldn't turn or change the cover
arrangement. I sat down, lifted my paw, and suddenly, I felt a bit
guilty. I gave a warning meow, to give her an opportunity to awaken at
my first request (okay, I whispered it, but I did do it). No response. I
laid my cold damp paw upon the Moon. One small step for Fin, one giant
leap for catkind.
Now kitties, here is where the danger
comes - you need to leap back, you're going need to be at a safe
distance. Prepare your most innocent face, you're going to need to deny
any intentional wrong doing. You might want to cover your ears too, with
the dry paw of course.