Monday, March 27, 2006
So this morning, I am trying to figure out what is going to become of this week. Already I am remembering what it is like to share a house with two wacky cats. Yesterday they slept peacefully but these two seem to know it's Monday. They have been up spreading premature sunshine all morning. Now I don't know about you, but those last ninety minutes before I wake up are when I do my best work...real quality resting. Not this morning! Nairobi wanted breakfast at six! The litter box needed cleaning and when I got to the kitchen, I saw the little rugrats had pushed open my grandmother's bedroom door to give her some love too! I fed them and them the little noisemakers jingled their bells around downstairs while I tried to go back to sleep. There are two cures for this behavior...1) I will have to get them a pet feeder...I feel neglectful for about a minute whenever I set up a feeder for them...but I get over it. Why shouldn't they feed themselves? Especially if they want to eat at the crack of daylight! 2) This seems cruel and takes awhile to sink into their little cat brains, but you have to wake them up during their afternoon naps. It sounds cruel but if you've been awakened by a yawrling cat, you actually figure they have it coming. I used to actually wake Sam up and put him on his feet in the afternoons, otherwise he'd run laps while I was trying to sleep. It is essential that your cats understand and respect your waking hours.
I can't believe they didn't spare my grandmother. She claims they broke in and got in her bed yesterday too! Little rugrats...if they didn't mean well, you couldn't stand them. But they run from place to place, saying hello, joining people in bed...and you just can't stay mad at them. But you can wake them up...