Speak of the Devil: A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And as always, the cat gets the last say in these matters. She is, after all, a supreme being and must be respected as such.

7:04 AM. Waking up. Slept exceedingly well. Dreamed of vast fields of catnip and scratching posts.

7:07 AM. On the back of the couch looking outside. Still too dark to make much of anything out there. Oh well. That's a common problem this time of year.

7:12 AM. Waiting on the staff to get downstairs. She must be seeing to my breakfast post haste, after all. Because serving my needs and whims is her purpose in life.

7:17 AM. Come on, staff, what's taking you so long? Do I have to come up there and meow at you?

7:20 AM. The staff finally gets downstairs. It's about time, staff. I was this close to sending a search party out for you. Now then. Have you put any thought to my breakfast yet?

7:21 AM. ....and once again, staff, for the record, and I need you to understand me on this one. No field rations! Are we understood? Meat and milk suit me just fine for breakfast.

7:23 AM. The staff puts my breakfast down on the floor. The plate of meat and bowl of milk are much appreciated.

The bowl of field rations is not.

7:25 AM. Have finished off breakfast. Completely ignoring the field rations. I shall leave the staff to have her breakfast in peace.

7:34 AM. Somewhere off in the distance comes the barking of that foul hound.

I must say, not feeling all that goodwill on earth to all thing where dogs are concerned.

7:40 AM. The staff is on her way out the door to that work place she goes to.

Don't forget the milk on your way home, staff.

8:02 AM. Watching the Weather Channel. They're forecasting another thirty centimetres of snow during the night.

Whilst I'm snug as a bug in a rug.

What does that saying even mean?

8:32 AM. Sitting on the back of the couch, looking out through the yard. Movement on the property draws my eye.

It's that idiot dog! On my property!

8:33 AM. Hissing and cursing at the idiot dog, who true to his reputation is staring at me with an expression that suggests he doesn't have a single brain cell between his ears.

Get lost!!

8:36 AM. The dog finally walks off back to the woods.

And don't you come back here again!

Foul mutt.

8:45 AM. I've been up over an hour and three quarters. I'd say it's a good time for a well earned nap.

11:59 AM. Waking up. Big stretch and a yawn.

12:02 PM. An examination of the kitchen has found that the only food out in the open is that bowl of field rations.

Oh well. When in Rome...

2:27 PM. Feeling a compulsion to have a bit of a workout with the scratching post.

2:28 PM. Giving the post a good scratch.

Just realizing there's residual catnip on the fabric, being set loose by my clawing.

Catnip frenzy in three, two, one...

4:46 PM. Waking up. Catnip frenzy led to zoomies through the entire house seven times over. Slept like the dead.

Wonder if I knocked anything over this time?

5:15 PM The staff comes home. Well, staff, it took you long enough. Do you have any milk with you?

6:38 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's made meat loaf, and has cut up a couple of slices for me into nice bite sized pieces. Very good, staff, very good indeed.