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
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
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?