Furry Alarm Clock

We have one child (my 9-year-old son), one black-headed caique (purchased from a breeder here in England and to be joined by other feathered friends when we return to the U.S. in a couple of years and settle down), and three cats.  Two of those cats are in my sister's care, since we both agreed that one round-trip trans-oceanic journey was enough.  They lived in Korea with me from July 2009 to November 2010, and we didn't want to put them through the stress of flying again.

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


  1. Aw! So sweet. We used to have 5 cats but had to find new homes for them when my daughter developed a severe allergy to their dander. Now we have a beagle mix and I love her to pieces. : }

  2. And THAT's why our cats stay in the livingroom at night. ^^

    When I am in my office (AKA the garbage room) and the tomcat wants me to put him on the bunk bed, he climbs on my shoulders and meows until I obey. And the kitty - who tolerates me and adores the BF - simply climbs on the BF when she decides he has played enough on his ipad and needs to pet her.

    (I think we are spoiling them.)

  3. Aww, Sonia. Sometimes I miss having a dog. Maybe back in the U.S...

    Diandra, she isn't allowed in our bedroom at night, because my husband is allergic. But the door is left open sometimes in the morning and then I am pounced! ^.^

  4. it must be hard to be separated from your pets! My cat doesn't have anything to do with me when I'm in my bed, but sometimes, she will come and meow down at me. Just until I'm awake. Then she scampers off. Pretty sure she hates me.

  5. Bettielee, I do miss my Shiva and Stormy, and cannot wait to see them again. My sister is very good about posting pictures of them on FB for me. I hope they accept Kobold when they meet her in 2014!