I have a strict schedule and I like to stick to it. Last night, however, the Lady got me all confused.
Here’s how, more or less, a regular day goes:
Well before 6:00 a.m. Sit by the Lady’s bed and stare at her until she gets up
6:45 a.m. Eat breakfast of stinky goodness and wash face
7:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. Bird watch, make rounds, nap on couch, snack on leftovers from breakfast, bathe
4:30 p.m. Eat dinner and wash up
5:00 p.m. Go back on couch
6:00 p.m. Hang out on bedroom floor where lots of sun puddles come through the window
7:00 p.m. Play with the Lady and snack and hopefully get some treats
8:00 p.m. Wait oh-so-patiently for the Lady to get off the computer and play more
9:30 p.m. Curl up on the very corner of the bed where the Lady has pulled up the comforter. (Perish the thought that I would be comfortable says she, but I prefer no comforter or blanket.)
10:30 Lights out
11:30 (or so) Make sure the Big Guy gets into bed and then back to my corner of the bed
Well, last night, the Lady had old-lady pains and couldn’t sleep and got up around 11:30. This really confused me. I thought it was morning. I couldn’t understand why the blinds were closed and it was dark and so I kept meowing at the Lady and Big Guy to turn on the sunshine out there so I could see the birds. Then the Lady decides to go back to bed and expects me to go with her. I was waiting for breakfast.
Why must she baffle me so?