January 29, 2009

  • Rude Awakening

     

    I had stayed up way too late reading all of my Xanga subscriptions Writer's Block  and really wanted to sleep in a little later than normal.  Bob, my big Maine Coon cat, had other ideas. 

    Before dawn he comes into the bedroom and announces in his sweet kitty voice that it's time to rise and shine and make kitty breakfast.  I ignore him, hoping that Mike will get up and feed him.  When he gets no response, he jumps up on the bed and tromps around until one of us stirs.  He then purrs loudly and begins to knead the down comforter.  Soon it becomes apparent that nobody is getting up so he jumps up onto the headboard where he knocks over a few books.  Still no breakfast.  Desperate times call for desperate measures so he begins to rub against the solid brass, stained glass lamp.

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    I opened my eyes just in time to see the lamp tipping off the edge of the headboard above my head but not in time to dodge the blow.  One of the pointed edges of the shade gouged a hole in my scalp and sent me reeling.  I got up to staunch the bleeding and Bob happily trotted off to the kitchen to sit in front of his dish.

    Cats...ya gotta love 'em.Big Bob

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