My cat is possessed. My best guess would be by a 4 year old brat with no respect for the sleepless and weary.
This is how I awake every morning as of late...and by morning, I mean when it's still dark (I wouldn't know the hour as I do my best to remain horizontal til at least 9 am):
"Mreow..." Thwap.Clang. One of my eyes pops open to see Zen staring at the floor from atop my dresser.
"Mreow! ( a little louder this time)" Thwap.Clinkety clink. Zen pointedly staring at me.
"Hrmm...Mreowwww!" translated: "Wake the frick up, lady!" Thwap.Thud. Zen purposefully looks at the floor, makes eye contact with me and looks back at the floor, as if to say: "See that - get up or I'll continue to clean every item off your dresser, one by one, til you stick your finger in my food bowl and I get three ice cubes."
Yes, I said three ice cubes. Not only do I have to refresh his water almost every other hour but he gets a special kick out of ignoring it until I drop in three ice cubes. The crackle and hiss of a frozen cube dropping into room-temp water fascinates my furry demon. Now, his food dish is one of those you can fill up so that he can eat for several days before I have to fill it again. So, he's basically angry that I haven't dragged myself out of bed at an ungodly hour simply to shove two fingers in his food dish to get the dry morsels to trickle down (by the way, it isn't empty, just low) and provide a refreshing drink for His Highness.
As he happily laps up near frozen water, I stumble back into bed trying not open my eyes more than necessary...I have at least 24 hours before the "meow, thwap, thud" begins again.
This is how I awake every morning as of late...and by morning, I mean when it's still dark (I wouldn't know the hour as I do my best to remain horizontal til at least 9 am):
"Mreow..." Thwap.
"Mreow! ( a little louder this time)" Thwap.
"Hrmm...Mreowwww!" translated: "Wake the frick up, lady!" Thwap.
Yes, I said three ice cubes. Not only do I have to refresh his water almost every other hour but he gets a special kick out of ignoring it until I drop in three ice cubes. The crackle and hiss of a frozen cube dropping into room-temp water fascinates my furry demon. Now, his food dish is one of those you can fill up so that he can eat for several days before I have to fill it again. So, he's basically angry that I haven't dragged myself out of bed at an ungodly hour simply to shove two fingers in his food dish to get the dry morsels to trickle down (by the way, it isn't empty, just low) and provide a refreshing drink for His Highness.
As he happily laps up near frozen water, I stumble back into bed trying not open my eyes more than necessary...I have at least 24 hours before the "meow, thwap, thud" begins again.
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