This morning I made a big
fuss so my mom Carolyn would get up. I ran up and down on her sleeping body.
Finally I put my paw in her face and meowed so loud she jumped up and acted
like a burglar was in the house. She needed to get up. This wasn’t the only
time I have had to force her to wake up. I want her to wake up whenever I think
she should get up, every day, upon request.
Mind you, she makes sure I
have plenty of food, a clean litter box, and enough food to get me through the
day. I have no physical needs other than the medicine she gives me for my
inflamed gums. What I really want is for her to play with me, or open the back door
so I can go outside on the porch. Usually once she wakes up, I will lay calmly
down next to her. I like being in her company.
Mom keeps saying I act like
a toddler. So what? I don’t want to be the only one awake in the house, so I
wake her up. I don’t have anyone else to play with, so I will bring her a toy
so she can play toss with me. It’s a perfect life.
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