Penny's Wake Up Call

It's about five in the morning and Penny, our cat, has decided she needs to be fed and get a treat...How she came up with this I don't know, but she has a whole song and dance routine she goes through to be sure she bothers someone...She usually starts with hubby...which I am all for, and he relucently gets up...comes downstairs and gives her food and a couple of treats. But I think hubby is sick of it so he encourages her to wake me instead...So here we are...two seriously middle aged people...playing dead...so we don't have to get up with our very spoiled cat...Today, alas, I lost...now I'm wide awake...too early for coffee, nothing good on television...so I am sitting at my computer (blame Santa) and, like Seinfeld, writing about nothing except my very spoiled cat...I know, it could be worse, but I hate the sound of happy snoring coming from upstairs..She, of course, is back to sleep on her special blanket on the leather couch...she's fed...has had fresh water and a couple of treats...and she's good to go..I am pooped...we went out with friends and didn't get home until late, and I could really use the sleep...I think I'm going upstairs and stand next to hubby and yell FIRE...yup, that should do it.

Penny's wake up call

It's about five in the morning and Penny, our cat, has decided she needs to be fed and get a treat...How she came up with this I don't know, but she has a whole song and dance routine she
goes through to be sure she bothers someone...She usually starts with hubby...which I am all for, and he relucently gets up...comes downstairs and gives her food and a couple of treats. But I think hubby is sick of it so he encourages her to wake me instead...So here we are...two seriously
middle aged people...playing dead...so we don't have to get up with our very spoiled cat...Today
alas, I lost...now I'm wide awake...too early for coffee, nothing good on television...so I am sitting
at my computer (blame Santa) and, like Seinfeld, writing about nothing except my very spoiled cat...I know, it could be worse, but I hate the sound of happy snoring coming from upstairs..
She, of course, is back to sleep on her special blanket on the leather couch...she's fed...has had
fresh water and a couple of treats...and she's good to go..I am pooped...we went out with friends
and didn't get home until late, and I could really use the sleep...I think I'm going upstairs and stand next to hubby and yell FIRE...yup, that should do it.