My cats sit patiently in the hallway, watching for any sign of life from underneath the covers on the bed, eagerly waiting for breakfast to get the hell out of bed. Hushed anticipation every time the arm emerges to hit the snozze button. Perhaps if they go and sit on top of the lump in the bed and meow mournfully in the direction of the kitchen, perhaps that will make the breakfast get out of bed. To bad that when she finally does roll out of bed (at the godawful hour of almost, but not quite 10) she diverts the trip to the fridge and instead gets dressed, pees, brushes her teeth, washes her face, and stands in the bathroom for an unreasonable amount of time (considering and all the starving small furry children meowing in perfect unison every time she looks at them or speaks to them) Breakfast also dosn't understand why less than 5 minutes from when she produced the desired result of getting out of bed that the two little earmuffs seem to think that it never happened in the first place, and could breakfast please produce again? Ahhh, well they will have to wait till tomorrow's emergence from the bed....
1 comment:
sad to learn that you are such a recalcitrant provider willfully ignoring the desperate needs of the fur peeps in your micro-cosmic 'hood. Breakfast time is multitudinous and not subject to the tortoise-time that the bald two legged door openers seem to inhabit.On the behalf of all fur peeps everywhere i encourage you to get with the proper program.
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