Cat's woke me up at 6:00 A fucking M

[maderr]

They would not let me go back to sleep.

So I got out of bed. Wound up cleaning the living room ^___^

Now to beat the muses into submission, becasue I promised Nikery bribery goddammit!

Watching Nausicaa. My favorite Miyazaki hands down, I've been obsessed since I was a chibi. After herr, damn near every chick seems to be an OSC.

Okay. *goes to drag muses off the fsking beach*

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[chris-king-2005.livejournal.com]

*grin*

Cats do not understand the concept of weekends. My only question is...how were you roused from your no doubt well earned slumber?

The Late Great Mr. Bitch Kitty (a legend in his own mind) was fond of burrowing under the blankets and just pricking the soles of my feet with his claws.

*poink*

*pause for mad, half awake flailing and desperate attempts to protect my feet from the beast child*

*pause for feline snickering*

*poink*poink*

Yeah, sleeping late wasn't in his repetoire. He was careful never to draw blood, or use his claws hard enough to pierce the skin. It was that perfect amount to produce a world class *poink* and a reflexive jump and startle from yours truly.

Mr. Bitch Kitty's other favourite strategy involved doing touch and go landings on my belly, at high speed of course, and from various trajectories, some of which resulted in highly amusing train wrecks as Mr. Bitch Kitty sailed gracefully over the bed - only to bank off the far wall and crash on the floor.

Of course, he would immediately begin to groom himself casually, as if to say I did that on purpose. Really.

*pause for human snickering*

Well, you know what they say....dogs have owners, cats have staff.

*grin*

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Well, you know what they say....dogs have owners, cats have staff.

*dies giggling*

And both cats have somehow developed the same way of waking me -- they come and sit on my pillow, right next to my head and with their claws not quite out bat at my cheek and forehead until I wake up. If that doesn't work as quickly as they want, they'll pull out the claws and start picking at my hair.

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

My mom had a cat that would come into your room, get up into your face, touch her nose to yours, and then start drooling.

It was effective to say the least.

[chris-king-2005.livejournal.com]

*laughing*