People often mention how hard it is to raise children, they harp on about how your time is never your own, how privacy and sleep become a luxury coveted and grasped with greedy fingers whenever you can.
Well let me tell you something – my kids have nothing on the three moronic and delinquent cats we have. At least my kids learnt to sleep through and no longer feel it necessary to join me whenever I’m either on the loo or in the bath.
The cats on the other hand have decided to partake in their own sleep and privacy deprivation experiment, the subject? Me.
They each have a favourite test.
Gymmie’s is to see how long it takes for the subject to stumble from the bed (any time between 2:30 and 4:30) and open the front door to let him out. Variations on this is how long it takes the subject to let him in should he be outside, or how long it will take the subject before she starts swearing when said front door is open and he takes his merry time going out by alternatively hiding under the lounge table or behind the dining room wall.
Phoebe mixes things up a bit by luring the subject into a false sense of security by stopping her test for days on end only to surprise the subject with a sharp pat on the nose with a paw (nails extended), if one pat doesn’t wake the subject up then several more ensue.
Misty being the youngest of the three thinks it is hysterically funny to leap through the cat flap and proceed to pull a Simons Cat by sitting on the subject and meowing in her ear.
See the charming scene below, a pretty Xmas tree (listing slightly to the left), a Mom and Daughter enjoying some quality (albeit cut throat) bonding time playing monopoly and a sweet kitty lying on the couch?
Well now see what that “sweet” kitty did with a little help from a friend this morning.
*mutter* bloody cats!
If you aren’t already a Simon’s Cat fan (what’s wrong with you!?) you have to see this one – it’s even more appropriate than the previous one I pointed you to.