It is Saturday morning and I am up far earlier than I would have liked. There is this cat, see?
Need I say more?
Anyone who knows or has ever been around cats for any length of time automatically knew what I was talking about. There was much head-nodding and tongue-clicks of empathy and acknowledgement. A few, “Oh, yeah. I know what he means there.”
So anyway, I was awakened this morning at 6:15 by a stridently meowing cat who apparently wanted to show me that his food dish still had plenty of food in it. I can be forgiven for thinking that he was starving, for his plaintive cries were those of a cat who was mere moments away from expiring due to privation and starvation.
But I staggered, sleep-addled and only semi-conscious into where his food dish is, only to find that it was already full of a banquet fit for cat royalty. As he tucked in, I could almost hear him say, “Now watch me eat.”
However, my interest in such entertainment is at its lowest point in the morning … or any of the other times of the day … so I wandered off.
I thought of going back to bed, but once up it is impossible to go back to sleep.
So here I am, passing on my early waking on to you. You’re welcome.
Now watch me blog.