my Boo

She kills me.


My boo and I

This morning, I called into work, but wouldn't you know it, that darned cat hopped right onto the bed at exactly 6am, just as I had fallen back asleep and the normal time I would have crawled out of bed, and started yowling. I mean, the neighbors probably heard her and wondered what sort of sadistic kitty abuse I was performing on her. I tried to get her to cuddle with me. I tried to push her off the bed. I even got up, went downstairs with her little paws eagerly trotting after me, and checked to make sure she was stocked up on food, water, and an unexploding litter box. All good. Go back upstairs, only to find her back on the bed, yowling at me as if to let me know I have officially and egregiously Missed My Alarm and I must get up NOW so that she may do whatever she does when Jason and I are not around to interrupt her. Mind you, she never does this yowling thing on weekends, even when Jason has to get up early and leave to do whatever he has to do. But she was intent on getting me up. So I did. I putzed around a bit, then went back to bed after an acceptable amount of time, and I guess she had decided I wasn't really going anywhere today, so she hopped onto the bed, kneaded a cushy spot on the comforter next to my butt, and snuggled with me for the rest of the morning.

And when I finally did get up, she yawned, looked at me offensively, and made a half-meow, informing me that I had Disturbed Her Beauty Sleep and I was no longer welcome. Oh, really?