Mornings

I love the mornings. After a good nights sleep, there is nothing better than the morning routine.

Now Mom and Dad have the same routine almost every day. Mom usually gets up first, feeds me and Uncle Shadow, and then she fills this machine on the counter with water and this brown poopy pan litter like substance and they both combine to form this foul smelling, disgusting, dark liquid, that stinks up the whole house. Once its ready she pours some in a cup and goes to the living room.

She sits on the couch, turns on the fireplace and picks up the Ipad or a crossword puzzle book, takes a sip of the brown sewer water and relaxes.

Eventually Dad comes down, walks to Mom and touches his face to hers, for whatever reason, I have no idea. Then Dad pours a cup of sludge and sits down on the bigger couch.

Boooooorrrriiinnnngggg.

Such a complicated, choreographed, morning routine. Mine is so much more simple.

Mom wakes up and I race her downstairs. I stay around her feet and purr so she wont forget to do the most important part of her routine; feed me. I meow especially loud when I hear Mom open the can because I want Uncle Shadow to hear. Remember he is old and he doesn't hear well. I then race to our feeding spot so I can get to the food before Uncle Shadow.

I eat as fast as I can and when Uncle Shadow gets to his bowl, I hurry to it to push him away. Then he goes to mine and I hurry and push him away again. See a pattern here. As soon as I eat, I have a quick wash and its down to the basement and the poopy pans. I don't think you need a description.

A little privacy, please.

Now its back upstairs, a quick mouthful of food and another quick wash of the face.

Chase Uncle Shadow, nipping at his hind legs until he stops and turns, hissing at me. He such a grump in the morning.

Then its toys, upstairs to check the rooms and back downstairs, just to be sure nothing has changed since I was there last.

Play with toys.

Back to the basement. Check the poopy pans. Sniff. Uncle Shadow has been here. Phew.

Back upstairs.

Food.

Check out counter.

"Storm. Get down."

Ok. Ok.

Chase Uncle Shadow off Mom's lap. Let her pet me for a few seconds. Enough of that.

Upstairs. Downstairs. Basement. Pee. Upstairs.

Oh, look, dust bunny. Play with dust bunny. Mom need to sweep.

Counter.

"Shadow. Get down."

Off counter. Play with toys.

Follow Mom to bathroom. They have the strangest poopy pans. And they don't cover it up.

Upstairs.

Where's Uncle Shadow?

Downstairs.

Food.

Bath.

Fireplace.

Purr. Purr. Purr.

By this time, Mom and Dad are getting ready for another routine. Dad throws some of my toys upstairs. I chase after them and get one for him, but by the time I get back downstairs, they are gone. When I was younger I didn't know if they were coming back. But they always do.

Its when they are gone that the real fun begins. Want to hear what I do?

"Meow, meow, meow. Meow!!!!!! Meow. Meow?"

Don't tell Mom and Dad.