Look what I found in the sink.
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
Morning Surprise!!!
I went to shave this morning.
Look what I found in the sink.
© 2007 Barry T Horst
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Look what I found in the sink.
© 2007 Barry T Horst
This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Alarm Clocks and Cats
Not wanting to be a slugabed, I have an alarm clock on my bedside end table. (Geez Rory. You make a better door than you do a window!) Rory just jumped on the desk and has decided to play with the cursor on the monitor. (Get out of the way! I can't see!) Anyway, as I was saying...Chris also has an alarm clock on her side. They are fairly normal and straightforward as alarm clocks go. I was looking in the latest Sharper Image catalogue yesterday and they had a few different alarm clocks. One was very interesting. After pushing the snooze button a second time it will roll off the end table, search for a place to hide, and them sound the alarm. This way you must get out of bed to turn it off. {Here it is: Clocky Run-Away Alarm Clock } I have seen others that have lights that simulate the sun rising in order to wake you slowly.
You may be wondering why I am writing about alarm clocks. You may be wondering why I am writing about alarm clocks at 5:15 in the morning. This is why. I have my alarm clock set for 5:30 AM so I can get up and get ready for work each week day. I don't set it on week-ends. I don't have to get up that early. The cats have yet to figure this out. If I don't get up at 5:30 they see it as their mission to wake me up. I suppose they are afraid that if I don't go to work I will not be able to buy them cat food and kitty litter. Either that or they are truly concerned for me and would hate for me to be late for work. I suppose the reason for the early morning wake-up could even be because they are bored and simply want to be entertained. I am not sure why they do it. All I know is that they do it. This morning was no different except that Mr. Puss started around 4:45 AM. He came to my side of the bed and started to meow. In my face. After he woke me up I began to pet and talk to him. Yes, I talk to my cats. Whats wrong with that? Having awakened me and feeling good about himself he retreated to the top of the desk and laid down. He is there now supervising the Blog once again.
Mr. Puss likes to go to Chris' side of the bed and take his paw and lightly touch her on the face. When Chris pushes his paw away the game has begun. He will proceed to touch her face again. If Chris ignores him, he will pursue the game until she complies and pushes his hand away or pets him. Boo-Boo and Mr. Puss will also play with your hands. If you are asleep and your hand moves they will attack it. If you want them to stop you will have to take your hands and bury them under the covers. Tabby and Boo-Boo will also visit Chris if any portion of the bottom of their food dish is showing. I suppose they believe they are out of food and will starve if the bowl is not filled at that moment in time.
I have to relate a funny story that happened shortly after Chris and I got married. Chris' parents came to visit us one weekend. We lived in Arlington at the time and her parents spent the night. The next morning Chris' dad, Hank, came to breakfast and started to tell us about the strangest thing that happened while he was sleeping. Apparently sleeping with his feet out from under the covers, one of our cats from the early days came along and decided to take a nibble on his toes. I remember him saying he didn't know what it was and kicked it across the room.
Aren't cats wonderful? We really could save a little money and not have to buy alarm clocks.
© 2007 Barry T Horst
This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
You may be wondering why I am writing about alarm clocks. You may be wondering why I am writing about alarm clocks at 5:15 in the morning. This is why. I have my alarm clock set for 5:30 AM so I can get up and get ready for work each week day. I don't set it on week-ends. I don't have to get up that early. The cats have yet to figure this out. If I don't get up at 5:30 they see it as their mission to wake me up. I suppose they are afraid that if I don't go to work I will not be able to buy them cat food and kitty litter. Either that or they are truly concerned for me and would hate for me to be late for work. I suppose the reason for the early morning wake-up could even be because they are bored and simply want to be entertained. I am not sure why they do it. All I know is that they do it. This morning was no different except that Mr. Puss started around 4:45 AM. He came to my side of the bed and started to meow. In my face. After he woke me up I began to pet and talk to him. Yes, I talk to my cats. Whats wrong with that? Having awakened me and feeling good about himself he retreated to the top of the desk and laid down. He is there now supervising the Blog once again.
Mr. Puss likes to go to Chris' side of the bed and take his paw and lightly touch her on the face. When Chris pushes his paw away the game has begun. He will proceed to touch her face again. If Chris ignores him, he will pursue the game until she complies and pushes his hand away or pets him. Boo-Boo and Mr. Puss will also play with your hands. If you are asleep and your hand moves they will attack it. If you want them to stop you will have to take your hands and bury them under the covers. Tabby and Boo-Boo will also visit Chris if any portion of the bottom of their food dish is showing. I suppose they believe they are out of food and will starve if the bowl is not filled at that moment in time.
I have to relate a funny story that happened shortly after Chris and I got married. Chris' parents came to visit us one weekend. We lived in Arlington at the time and her parents spent the night. The next morning Chris' dad, Hank, came to breakfast and started to tell us about the strangest thing that happened while he was sleeping. Apparently sleeping with his feet out from under the covers, one of our cats from the early days came along and decided to take a nibble on his toes. I remember him saying he didn't know what it was and kicked it across the room.
Aren't cats wonderful? We really could save a little money and not have to buy alarm clocks.
© 2007 Barry T Horst
This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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