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whoozqueen at 07:39pm on 27/04/2004
whoozqueen at 07:39pm on 27/04/2004For the past week, our beloved six month old kitten Monty has discovered a new way to wake us up early in order to get breakfast.
I think he's converted to Islam because its like a muzzelin's call to morning prayers.
Monty jumps onto the sideboard (situated at the end of our bed), then onto to the television, and once there, hovering above us at the end of the bed, he starts doing these little questioning mews. Mmmmrriiiaoooww? Mmmmmriiiiiaaaaaooooowwww? Getting louder and louder and more goddammittwhyaren'tyouhumansawakealready?.
Somehow, he's tell the time, because it was 7am exactly, these past two mornings. Given that I usually go to bed around 3am, being able to scrape out some cat goop for him whilst Im half asleep is a miracle.
Poor Monty. He's getting his adult teeth at the moment, so his breath is whispers a tad steeeenky. Also, Im not so fond of the bite marks Im getting all over my hands. Im giving him lots of luff and hugs because I remember getting my adult teeth. That horrid tender feeling all the time in the gums. Blech.
Right now, he's lying on his back on the lounge, soft white belly exposed. He has the softest fur I've ever encountered on a cat. Like a powder puff. Besides the usual Meaty Arse perfumery that we get a couple of times a day, he's not a smelly cat.
Considering Im actually a bird person, Im really impressed with the whole cat thing in a way I never thought I would be. I used to be quite intimidated by them as a kid due to a neglected, vicious beast of a cat that lived next door who would sink its fangs into your legs as soon as blink at you. When I stayed with a friend in year 10, the darn thing tried to sleep on my chest and it completely freaked me out. I lay awake in the dark, too scared to move the cat in case I was bitten.
Monty sleeps on both of us at various times. Curled around the back of Pete's head. Snuggled up between my boobs on my chest, or nestled on the curve of my hip if Im on my side. Its okay, I trust him, and that's a big step forward for me. Even when Monty has touched my face with a paw, its very gentle, no claws and a push-push-push wake up and feed me? Of course, until now with his Call to Morning Prayers routine. *grin*
I think he's converted to Islam because its like a muzzelin's call to morning prayers.
Monty jumps onto the sideboard (situated at the end of our bed), then onto to the television, and once there, hovering above us at the end of the bed, he starts doing these little questioning mews. Mmmmrriiiaoooww? Mmmmmriiiiiaaaaaooooowwww? Getting louder and louder and more goddammittwhyaren'tyouhumansawakealready?.
Somehow, he's tell the time, because it was 7am exactly, these past two mornings. Given that I usually go to bed around 3am, being able to scrape out some cat goop for him whilst Im half asleep is a miracle.
Poor Monty. He's getting his adult teeth at the moment, so his breath is whispers a tad steeeenky. Also, Im not so fond of the bite marks Im getting all over my hands. Im giving him lots of luff and hugs because I remember getting my adult teeth. That horrid tender feeling all the time in the gums. Blech.
Right now, he's lying on his back on the lounge, soft white belly exposed. He has the softest fur I've ever encountered on a cat. Like a powder puff. Besides the usual Meaty Arse perfumery that we get a couple of times a day, he's not a smelly cat.
Considering Im actually a bird person, Im really impressed with the whole cat thing in a way I never thought I would be. I used to be quite intimidated by them as a kid due to a neglected, vicious beast of a cat that lived next door who would sink its fangs into your legs as soon as blink at you. When I stayed with a friend in year 10, the darn thing tried to sleep on my chest and it completely freaked me out. I lay awake in the dark, too scared to move the cat in case I was bitten.
Monty sleeps on both of us at various times. Curled around the back of Pete's head. Snuggled up between my boobs on my chest, or nestled on the curve of my hip if Im on my side. Its okay, I trust him, and that's a big step forward for me. Even when Monty has touched my face with a paw, its very gentle, no claws and a push-push-push wake up and feed me? Of course, until now with his Call to Morning Prayers routine. *grin*
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the morning feed....