4:00 AM wakeup call on my furlough day. NOT COOL.
MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!
Americus started the ruckus by swinging at the blinds in our room, over my head. I tried not to move. Any signs of movement….and they will pounce, if they notice. I believe the cats sit up on on their hind legs, extend a paw, slash the blinds and stare at my head….waiting for signs of movement. If they see that their efforts are in vain, then they begin phase 2: stomach walking (crushing) and licking of eyelids–that usually does the trick, movement is unavoidable. Trust me on this one, sandpaper tongue on your eyelids isn’t the best feeling.
It is SO on……
Pets: 2 Me: 0
Why don’t they do this when Hubby is here?
Filed under Pets, Torture
So, Hubby is out and about again on some consulting work. It is quite exciting really, because I get the bed to myself for 2 weeks. However, I will miss annoying him. The truth is, I already (kind of) miss him…but don’t tell him that!
Whenever Hubby goes out of town, the pets always tend to act up a little. For instance, after getting up at 4:30AM to take Hubby to the airport, I decided to let Patches out quick to go potty and then my plan was to go straight back to bed. However, Americus, had other plans. There I was opening the door for Patches to come back in (just a crack mind you). When out runs Americus.
Me: Americus get back in here!
So, I run out after her, inadvertantly shutting the door behind me, which I had conviently locked. (Not genius material, people)
So there I am outside, locked out, with Americus staring up at me. I wanted to strangle her.
Eventually, I broke in through an open window. However, this is strike one against her. It’s like she KNOWS Hubby is away and figures it is her job to keep me entertained….nice right?
Pets: 1 Me: 0
Adorable, right? They are only cute when they are sleeping...
I am all about being pround of myself for getting up at 4:30 during the weekdays for my routine of going to work early and working out.
However, I am NOT ok with the EVIL PETS continuing the routine on the weekends. Waking me up at 4:30 on the weekends is NOT OK. Please, demons, just let me sleep in one day this week! That is all I ask.
It’s obviously a mutiny. And I am obviously NOT going to win. I am just trying to figure out, how to survive without killing them, mostly Americus. She is the Devil himself, reincarnated.
Going back to bed now.
Since you are not here to feed me, I must fend for myself (scary thought). We are running out of cereal, so there are not a lot of choices. After last nights’ pasta fiasco, I wasn’t even about to attempt making dinner. So, I stopped at Arby’s on the way home. Nothing like a roast beef sandwich to end off the day and the pets couldn’t have agreed more with this.
MMM give me that Arbys! Or I will eat you!
Here are your evil fur children, accosting me throughout the whole dinner, and at one point I thought Boston might maim me for my roast beef sandwich. I think it is time for a pub style table ASAP!
I am so cute...GIVE me your Arbys!
HEY! I am right HERE! Hand over the roast beef.
So, being the amazing mother I am: I gave some roast beef to the evil dynamic duo in fear of my life. And then Boston almost ate my finger off.
MUST EAT ROAST BEEF...MUST EAT ROAST BEEF...
This was my cat this morning. He is now not my best friend anymore. Sad story.