The great catfight of 2008 has broken out again. The short armistice brought on by the new apartment and the new meds has been broken by Micki and Lucy. Like clockwork, they fight at 3AM every morning. I wake up, scoop up Micki, put her in the bedroom and lock the door, trying to enjoy the precious few hours remaining of my sleep. Meanwhile, Lucy gets to use the litter box without fear of bodily peril.
Then somewhere around 5AM, Micki wakes up by attempting to knock my alarm clock and my glasses off the nightstand so I’ll get up and feed her. That invovles a lot of me saying, “Micki, NO!” while sleepily throwing her on the ground. Last night I had the bright idea to move the alarm clock and glasses from the nightstand to the bookcase on the other side of the bed to put an end to the ritual.
I slept soundly from the 3AM fight until the 5:30 wake up call from the cat. As I fumbled to find the clock to see what ridiculously early time I was being awoken, I dropped the alarm clock on the ground, finally accomplishing the task that Micki had been working on for days:
forever stuck at 6:50
3carnations said,
October 2, 2008 at 9:01 am
You can take credit if you want, but I still say the cat gets the ultimate credit for the clock being knocked over.
Dutchess of Kickball said,
October 2, 2008 at 9:04 am
Muwaha ha ha, it was all in her master plan.
Deb on the Rocks said,
October 2, 2008 at 9:15 am
Your cats p0wn you! I totally had a pet-alarm mishap this week, too. I’ve got to get my act together and post it on my blog.
nancypearlwannabe said,
October 2, 2008 at 9:57 am
Micki’s evil plan worked! And she didn’t even have to get in trouble for it. Sly, Micki. Sly.
alexa said,
October 2, 2008 at 10:16 am
reason #827 why i don’t like cats.
(sorry)
mickey said,
October 2, 2008 at 10:17 am
Did I ever mention I’d consider getting a cat? I take it back.
Vicious Headbutt said,
October 2, 2008 at 10:52 am
You get the assist, but kitty is awarded the knock out.
gregorymeyer said,
October 2, 2008 at 10:56 am
Nice floors!
apollocreed said,
October 2, 2008 at 11:31 am
This is why I have a dog. Of course, he does piss on my shoes sometimes, so I guess it’s a toss-up.
courtney said,
October 2, 2008 at 12:24 pm
Sometimes I wonder why my only pets are fish, and then I read something like this and I’m all, oh yeah. That’s why.
stefanie said,
October 2, 2008 at 4:47 pm
I’ll second Gregory’s unrelated-to-the-post comment. I thought you lived in a generic corporate-y place now. You don’t usually see wood floors in those!
Also, that story is just one more reason I don’t have a cat.
Lara said,
October 2, 2008 at 5:22 pm
Oh, Micki. You’re so fine. You’re so fine you blow my mind.
Wait. That wasn’t what I meant to write at all.
Aaron said,
October 2, 2008 at 8:17 pm
Smart cat.
Kristabella said,
October 8, 2008 at 6:26 pm
My cat used to be like that too. And then I trained her. Now she knows she is not allowed to make a sound or do anything to me until the alarm goes off.
Sarah said,
October 26, 2008 at 1:12 pm
Those are lovely wood floors in your new place.