I promised last blog I would show mom who is boss. I did the red herring thing to prepare for my little punishment for her...leaving me all alone into the mid evening. The red herring was climbing up into bed with her first thing last night (I know she loves that) and allowing myself to fall asleep all snugged into her neck and shoulder. (That alone is worth the sacrifice because I know she won't move even if she's uncomfortable, for fear of disturbing me).
After seeing her off into dreamland, I left for my work of the night..patrolling and keeping us safe along with some power sleeping. I had a plan.
It unfolded, that plan, with me jumping onto the bed about 2am and right onto her side with a hard landing. That was on purpose you may be sure. It woke her though she thinks she is discouraging me by not responding. So I took my front paws and made a scrubbing-like motion which I knew was sure to waken her. She tried to ignore me and go back to sleep. Fine. I left but there was a method to my madness...I came back maybe an hour later and did the same thing. I wanted her UP and paying attention to me after all that fawning over the baby kitten Coco last evening.
I finished my work by insistently calling at 6am like it or not. She laid there anyway like a doofus but I could tell she was wide awake.
She gave up at 6:30 and got up. Of course she greeted me properly. I have been calling periodically the rest of the morning. No reason. Just because I can.
So. We'll see who wins this battle. You can see me in my picture..no worries!
Ahoy!
