The good things about being of the feline persuasion is that there are no alarm clocks, plenty of good places to curl up for a nap, and, of course, my owner and faithful servant, Jimmy.
As a former Texas hold-em dealer in Las Vegas, I assure you that you always play a good hand and fold a bad one. In my case, I've been dealt an ace in the hole and I play it to the limits.
Take today, for example. There was Jimmy, sleeping his life away at 5:30 this morning and I was up and ready for my breakfast. I gave him my best meow, which is roughly translated to "ahem." Do you think he got up? Noooooo !
So, the next step in the cat manual for training owners is to jump on the bed and lick his face. He woke up and man, was he pissed! By the time he got up mumbling, went to his litter box and then came to the kitchen to feed me, he was fine.
I ate my breakfast, returned to my kitty bed and went to sleep. For some reason, Jimmy stayed up saying some thing about a damned cat and that he couldn't go back to sleep. I looked around the house for the aforementioned "damned cat" and I didn't see one. I suppose the son-of-a-bitch left.
Well, that's all for now.
Stray tuned !