In the mornings, after my two cups of coffee, I switch to tea. About the same time that I switch to tea, the Lily kitty shows up – the Twiggy kitty having been enjoying lap time whenever she can find my lap not occupied by iPad and keyboard.
My animals think the morning room has a revolving door. If it is not the big furry girls asking to go out, and then asking to come in so they can ask to go out again, it is the little furry girls.
As if I have nothing else to do. My mission – should I choose to accept it – is to open doors, close doors, open doors, close doors, pet heads, allow lap space for those who wish to occupy it. If I choose not to accept this mission, those furry girls will make sure I hear about it. Loud and long.
I consider it my morning exercise. Not the kind that really increases the heart rate, except when I’m mid-sentence in something I’m writing, and they require immediate attention. IMMEDIATE!!!! Delays are seldom tolerated.
However, when it is nap time for any of the furry girls, they are not to be disturbed. If they are, I’ll hear about it. Loud and long.
Who the heck made these rules? And why is it my furry girls get away with a lot more than my real human children did?