I adore cats, which is why I adopted one here in England. She was irresistible with her gray ("blue") fur, and ocelot-like markings - stripes and spots.
Kobold (or "Kobahhhhlllld" if you have ever watched "Unforgotten Realms") is a sweet girl.
She's also my furry alarm clock.
Our caique doesn't wake up until I do, nor does he make a peep all night. When he wakes up, though, he can screech the house down!
Kobold, on the other hand, is very subtle in her Wake Up Mommy endeavors. First she walks on top of me. Then she head-butts my face, which is generally under the blankets. Finally, she gets up on my nightstand and starts pawing at my watch and lip balm.
Now, I have this thing about having my watch and lip balm within arm's reach, and I think that furry little brat knows it.
The alarm clock is on my husband's side of the bed, because he's the only person in the house with a definite wake-up time. Thus, I like to have my watch next to me, where I can press the light button and see what time it is because I really can't read the clock from the other side of the bed. I know. My vision is pathetic without glasses.
My son pops out of bed whenever he feels like it (generally around 7 a.m., but the time can vary between 6 and 8 a.m.).
Then there's me.
And Kobold trying her best to drag me out of bed at 6 a.m. She's cute. Very cute.
Just not at 6 a.m.
Copyright (c) 2011 Wendy L. Callahan