Some mornings are quieter than others, but when you have a kitty living with you, life is never dull. Having two kitties may only mean that you’re a glutton for punishment.
This past week my work schedule changed a little. Instead of working Sunday night through Thursday night, I am now scheduled to work Monday night through Friday night. This means that now I am able to be with my husband in the early hours of Monday before he leaves for work…and I can finally find out WHAT GOES ON HERE when I’m not usually around!
First, at four a.m., there was the alarm clock buzzing up a storm but just out of my reach by two inches. “Of course”, I mumbled while straining to shut it off with a fingertip. “Why should things be easy at this godforsaken time!”
However, my attempts to move just a little closer to the offending noisemaker proved ineffective because I was being held in place by two furry bodies laying as though dead next to me on top of the blanket’s edge!
“Will you please shut that thing off, for cryin’ out loud!” grumbled my husband as he started to sit up in bed.
“I’m trapped! Do you think I ENJOY listening to alarm clocks?!”
Mike looked over to see what I was talking about…shook his head…stood up and put his robe on…walked around the foot of the bed…hit the alarm’s ‘off’ button…and then shook the mattress with his knee a couple times, waking Noodleman and SpiceGirl.
“Come on, guys…time to get up”. With that said, Mike then headed for the bathroom with SpiceGirl trailing behind. A few seconds later I heard, “Honey…could you please come and get this cat? I can’t do my thing with her standing here looking at me!”
“Aw, Baby,” I chuckled. ” You know she’s infatuated with faucets!” Tossing the covers off to one side, I quickly put my robe on and walked over to the bathroom doorway.
SpiceGirl was standing on top of the tub’s side while looking into the toilet bowl. When I approached, her little white face looked up at me as though asking, “What???”
“Come on, you little pest…you’re coming with me”. Scooping SpiceGirl up in my arms, I nuzzled the top of her head with my chin while we both went into the kitchen.
Mike called out from the bathroom, “You don’t have to make any coffee because I already have some left over from yesterday morning. I’ll just heat it up in the microwave”.
Shudder…ick!
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