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This morning Harriet decided she was hungry at about 7:30. I had stayed up until about 1 the night before so getting up and feeding her majesty when she was demanding wasn't my first priority.
She saw my eyes open and immediately began screaming at me. (This cat's meow sounds like she's been smoking for 30 years). I couldn't help but giggle as I was immediately reminded of Eric Cartman screeching for his beloved cheesy poofs. I reached out and pet her, hoping to soothe the savage beast. She screamed some more and turned up her purr motor to hyper-purr, wherein she kind of gurgles sometimes.
Then, she gets down from the bed and goes and stares at her food bowl, in case I'm an idiot and can't figure out what fatty wants. I continue to ignore her. I'm not giving in to some cat who thinks she's owns the universe, ya know! After a couple of minutes of "subtley" staring at the bowl, then at me, then at the bowl, she gave up and crawled her fat hiney up onto my chest and laid down and just stared at me, occasionally screeching at me, or batting me with her paw.
So, after about ten minutes of that she finally walks off of me (Ah! I can breath again!) and goes and pouts on one of my pillows.
I am awake now, despite my best efforts to ignore the bad kitty and get up and feed fatty.
She won.
Paige
She saw my eyes open and immediately began screaming at me. (This cat's meow sounds like she's been smoking for 30 years). I couldn't help but giggle as I was immediately reminded of Eric Cartman screeching for his beloved cheesy poofs. I reached out and pet her, hoping to soothe the savage beast. She screamed some more and turned up her purr motor to hyper-purr, wherein she kind of gurgles sometimes.
Then, she gets down from the bed and goes and stares at her food bowl, in case I'm an idiot and can't figure out what fatty wants. I continue to ignore her. I'm not giving in to some cat who thinks she's owns the universe, ya know! After a couple of minutes of "subtley" staring at the bowl, then at me, then at the bowl, she gave up and crawled her fat hiney up onto my chest and laid down and just stared at me, occasionally screeching at me, or batting me with her paw.
So, after about ten minutes of that she finally walks off of me (Ah! I can breath again!) and goes and pouts on one of my pillows.
I am awake now, despite my best efforts to ignore the bad kitty and get up and feed fatty.
She won.
Paige