Waffling Morning

No I didn’t eat waffles for breakfast this morning. I wouldn’t anyway. They taste nothing like chicken. It’s just that I was in a vacillating mood. I woke to David coming into my bedroom this morning. He didn’t head to the kitchen, so I didn’t bother following him. I stayed on my chair. (He thinks it’s his desk chair, but we all know better.)

I suddenly felt in the mood to play. But then I changed my mind. I thought of going back to sleep, but I really had to do my business. So when David passed back through the room he headed to the kitchen and I trotted up ahead of him, then slowed my pace turning to look longingly into his blue eyes. The trick worked and he picked me up for cuddle time. I melted into his arms, but then realized that my bladder was about to burst, so I wiggled a bit until he released me.

I headed to the back door, but David stopped to fill my food bowl, so I thought about having a bite before heading out. But I changed my mind a stared at the back door, prompting David to open the door. I peaked out and sniffed, then realized it was a lot colder than I thought it was supposed to be. So I turned away from the door and headed to my food bowl. I devoured half of the juicy morsels. Hmmmm!! Beef AND chicken with gravy. But then my bladder reminded me that it was time to head out. I stared at the door again. And, like it always magically happens, my human appeared to open the door. I stepped out, did what I had to do, did a little dance on the back porch so my jingle bell collar made some noise. And, like it always magically happens, my human opened the door to let me in.

I trotted to the wicker chest by the side window to stare out for a bit to see if I could spot my street cat crew. I couldn’t see anybody, so I meowed at David to open the door to the front room. He didn’t open it. So I tried to pry it open with my little paws. It didn’t work. I really need to figure out how to work tools without an opposable thumb and get me a little crowbar.

Well, I gave up on the front room and headed back to the side window. After about five minutes or so of staring out at some non-activity, I looked over at the settee and the comfy green quilt laying on the seat. I hopped over and did my little squishy squish dance, cleaned up a bit and curled up into a delicious sleep.

All-in-all, a pretty good morning. I think I’ll do the same tomorrow.