What’s that, Human? You are getting up?
I have not authorized this.
I have not relieved you of your duty as my personal mattress.
I also require head skritches until I tire of your ministrations and bite, or fall asleep on you, my mattress.
You’re up early, Human Mommy.
Must you turn on the lights?
We are in the midst of the winter doldrums.
Life is ever so dull…
I am ever so glum.
The lighting is all wrong.
I’m simply not in the mood.
I can’t take a bad picture.
Why are you paying attention to the Woofies, Humans?!
I’m right here.
Don’t waste space in your home!
That open space below the entry-way table?
Prime real estate!
Invest in luxury Cat Condos.
–Quicksilver, Darth Vader and Luna
The plates and cutlery and all the auxiliaries are clean.
Why is there no saucer of cream?
Where is my plate of freshly decanned tuna?
To brunch or to nap?
Fortunately, brunch continues into the late afternoon…
Plenty of time to wake up, grab a Meowmosa, and return to our Sunday Sleep Marathon.
–Darth Vader and Finnegan
It’s chilly outside but warm in bed.
We Cats, being sensible, stay in bed.
Humans go to the mysterious place they call “work.”