Creatures of Habit

OK, maybe you didn't understand what went wrong this morning. Every Friday Heather gets up at 5, well, 5:13 to be exact, and feeds us before she leaves for a run. I know she mentioned last night that she was exhausted and not to wake her early, but come on. Do you really think we can change that easily?

By 5:45 we were in a bit of a panic. "Hello? Anybody awake up there? Why is there no breakfast in our bowls?" Scruffy meowed out (he's been taking over in the vocal department) and scratched the mattress (until Heather smacked him pretty good with her pillow). Me - it's my job to jump up on the bed and sniff out what's going on.

And the report - everyone was tired and wanted us to leave them alone. Sorry. Fat chance! Maybe tomorrow we'll mix things up a little....

Scruffy steals my job

That's him. He looks pretty innocent, doesn't he? "Oh, look at me, I'm an old, rescued kitty and I am so sweet." Ha!

It was MY job to wake everyone up every morning. I had the job perfected. I would walk the headboard behind Heather and Craig and jump on and off the bed. Then I would jump onto the windowsill and bat at the venetian shades until Craig finally got so sick of it, he would get up and glare at me. Worked every time!

But now Scruffy has decided that it's HIS job to wake up the house. He walks stealthily into the bedroom, quietly staring at the bed. Then he makes his move, meowing a little, in hopes that Heather will jump right out of bed (fat chance!). When that doesn't work he will pull himself up onto the mattress (he's too old and decrepit to jump up) and walk back and forth over Heather's body and stare in her face.

But I'M kitty number one!!!!! Hello? Doesn't anyone remember me?