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……
Demons.
Score:
Pets: 2 Me: 0
Why don’t they do this when Hubby is here?
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