I got up later than I’d intended this morning, because one of my cats has learned a brilliant new trick.
Angus is a ten-year-old orange tiger striped kitty and he’s a mama’s boy. One of our neighbor kids found him when he was a kitten and brought him to us because some other kids in the neighborhood were trying to swing him around by the tail – yeah, don’t even get me started. I made phone call after phone call trying to find a place for him to live when my husband finally stopped me and said that the kitty had already found his home. I looked, and he was curled up on my husband’s chest sleeping. We named him Angus and he’s been with us ever since.
He sleeps with us at night and if I get up in the middle of the night, he follows me to the bathroom, patiently waits and then follows me back to bed. Since I usually get up after my husband, Angus stays in bed with me until I get up and then follows me downstairs and hangs out in the bathroom with me while I get ready and then sits on the arm of the couch while I work.
So this morning, I’m half asleep and I think I hear my alarm go off, but then it stopped, so I figured I must have been dreaming and fell back to sleep. This happened several more times until I was finally awake enough to open my eyes. Imagine my surprise when I saw Angus saunter over to the alarm clock and smack the snooze button with his paw, after which he wandered back and laid down next to me and purred seeming quite pleased with himself. I watched him do it three more times before I finally forced myself to get out of bed. I really hope he doesn’t make a habit of this or I’m going to have to figure out how to kitty proof the alarm clock.