Alarming
Weekends are my time to sleep in. I figure I'll catch up on some much needed shut-eye, and will awaken when the sun is high enough in the sky to warm the air up a bit. Which in theory should leave me refreshed and ready to start the day.
Unfortunately, our cat has an internal clock that can not be fooled by the darkness. If I'm not up by 6:30 he meows pathetically, and does everything he can to get us up.
- Go in the forbidden kitchen and open the cabinet doors to let them slam shut? No problem!
- Claw the scratching post at the end of the bed, and then walk around the bed and meow increasing the volume as he stomps around? Sounds great!
- Extend razor sharp claws and 4-wheel up the side of our quilt to stomp on top of us with all his might, and then sniff your ear!?! Even better as far as the cat patrol is concerned!
- Work on opening the closet door, and then once that noisy process is accomplished, go in and clink the coat hangers? Why not?
So I was up before 7 yet again today. Now that I'm wide awake, the cat is worn out, he feels that he's done his job, and he's now back in bed sleeping with Tim!

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