Sunday, December 25, 2011

Weekend Alarm Clock

On weekends, I turn off the alarm. Waking up to jazz on the radio is one of the best ways I know to greet the morning. BUT, on a morning when I just want to awaken to my own rhythm, the alarm goes off.

I live with cats. This is an important fact to remember because one of them gets rather annoyed if, when she wants to eat breakfast, she finds this.

Pilchard comes into the bedroom and meows in increasingly loud and angry tones. If I don't get up within 5 minutes of these complaints, she comes back and meows louder. Then, when I do get up and put a scoop in each dish, she walks over to them, sniffs them and walks away to sit some place where she can put her back to me. 

There is an aphorism that says, "You're nothing 'til you've been ignored by a cat." I would also suggest, "You're nothing until you've been yelled at by a cat whose food dishes are empty." 

Beverage:  Edinburgh's Finest tea


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