My former cat, Scout, had an interesting way of waking me up every morning. He would hop on the dresser and use his paw to push whatever was around to the floor. It usually only took two or three things crashing onto the parquet floor to wake me from my slumber.
My current cats are content to let me sleep away the morning...to a certain point. When I was still working, my alarm went off at 5:00 AM each weekday. With early morning hours like that, five days a week, a luxurious late Saturday sleep still only meant waking up at about 7:00 AM. Even in this first year of retirement, I'm usually up no later than 7:30.
This morning, I woke to a cat jumping on my back, followed by a hissy little cat spat. I knew it had to be late. It was just past 8:30 AM. Wow, I haven't slept that late in quite some time.
At least now I know when the feline patience wears out.
You must feel incredible! Worth the late breakfast for them (though I doubt they'd agree).
ReplyDeleteIt's the holiday. You had a sixth sense that this was a day for sleeping in!
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