Saturday is the one day of the week guaranteed to have nothing on the agenda except the do-it-every-day chores. Which means I can sleep as long as I like/need, the only caveat being that I have to be showered and dressed by 12:30. Therefore -
Friday nights I always fall asleep quickly and sleep well and deeply through the night and therefore - I am up by 7am - well rested, feeling good. Now why is that? It rarely happens any other night/morning of the week. I can always count on sleeping well on Friday nights and being up early, feeling well-rested on Saturday mornings...I think it's all in my head.
This morning we got thoroughly played by the cat, almost. BB is dumber than a box of rocks except when it comes to food, so here's the play-by-play.
- 4 am - BB gets a 1.3 ounce can of food. Frankie gets about a third of a 3 ounce can of food - yes, different foods, both chicken but BB favors Sheba Perfect Portions and Frankie prefers Muse Pate.
- 4:30ish am - BB finishes anything Frankie has left behind.
- 9 am-ish- I'm usually up and eating breakfast and BB starts agitating for more food. He whines, bumps my leg, flops on the kitchen floor and stares at me with the most pathetic look imaginable. I give him more food.
This morning followed this scenario except -
- 9 am-ish - Husband and Frankie are napping in the recliner; I have finished breakfast and the newspapers and am off to my morning bathroom sit-down; BB dances around my feet whining for food. I dish up another Perfect Portions and proceed to the bathroom.
-9:15-ish - I hear my husband talking to BB - "Okay, okay, I'll give you more food, I just have to get some from the back closet" I shoot out of the bathroom yelling "Don't do it! I just gave him food 15 minutes ago!"
My husband and I laugh, we almost got played by this damn cat. Damn cat looks at us, gives out a weak and pathetic yowl and marches off to flop in the living room.
It is now an hour after that little performance, I can hear my husband and BB having this conversation in the kitchen:
BB: Pathetic meow
BB: Louder pathetic meow
Husband: No, No, No.
Yeah, right cat - not happening.