The Annual Turkey Coma Day

It's American Thanksgiving today. We here in Canada had it weeks ago when it made sense, what with it being harvest, and we don't do the whole over the top Thanksgiving melting into Christmas,  football, and Black Friday shopping thing for weeks on end that you do. But for the occasion, I have an image blog. Enjoy, and try not to get too deep into a turkey coma.

A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And now it is the cat's turn to have her say, as she must always have the final word in everything.

7:03 AM. Waking up. Slept exceedingly well. Dreamed of unravelling the world's biggest ball of yarn.

7:05 AM. A check outside. Flying lunches out in the snow at the feeders. I wonder if the staff will be obliged to stay home from work today.

7:12 AM. Waiting on the staff to get downstairs and start seeing to my breakfast. After all, I lack the opposable thumbs to do that myself.

7:15 AM. Come on, staff, what's taking you? I've been up a whole twelve minutes now, and I'm hungry.

7:21 AM. Finally, the staff comes downstairs. It's about time, staff. Now then, have you put any thought into providing me with breakfast?

7:22 AM. Issuing strict instructions to the staff about my needs for breakfast. For the record, staff, I will not abide any hint of field rations, is that clear? I like meat, I like milk. I'd prefer the milk on a pre-chilled plate, but we can't always get what we want.

7:24 AM. The staff has put my breakfast down on the floor. The bowl of milk and plate of chicken are acceptable. The bowl of field rations is not.

Oh, well.

7:25 AM. Finished with breakfast. The milk and chicken are highly recommended. I have ignored the field rations entirely.

7:28 AM. Sitting on the back of the couch, staring outside, brooding.

7:34 AM. Off in the distance, I can hear the sound of that idiot dog from down the road barking his head off. 

Stupid mutt.

7:42 AM. The staff is on her way out for the day. Very well, staff, be on your way. But don't forget, we're running low on milk.

7:45 AM. Watching the staff from the windowsill as she drives out to go to that work place she spends the better part of the day at. Okay, so it's just me for a few hours. What do I do? Aside from naps?

8:03 AM. The Weather Channel is predicting a snowier than usual winter this year. Well, no complaints out of me, as long as the milk and catnip supplies aren't interfered with.

8:05 AM. Turning off the television after a Christmas commercial comes on. Bah humbug, if you ask me, and you are asking me.

10:45 AM. Waking up from a nap. Feeling hungry.

10:47 AM. Once again I must subsist on field rations to alleviate my hunger. Oh, well....

1:31 PM. Off in the distance, the barks of that annoying mutt. Come on, the mailman is just doing his job.

5:12 PM. The staff comes in the front door. Staff, did you remember to pick up some milk?

5:19 PM. Supervising the staff as she unpacks some groceries. Good, good. Milk is welcome. But why did you buy another bag of field rations?

6:28 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's cut up some slices of meat loaf into nice bite sized chunks for me. Very good, staff, very good indeed.

8:55 PM. Lying in front of the fireplace, pondering life's great mysteries. What is the meaning of the purr?

11:28 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff. Do keep the door open. I have zoomies scheduled when you least expect it, after all.

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

 It is time once again for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As always in these matters, the dog gets the first word in, since he's so easily distracted by literally everything.

7:07 AM. Waking up at home. Taking a big stretch. Slept well. Dreamed of chasing squirrels.

7:10 AM. A look outside. Snow falling. Well, the forecasters were saying we'd get more snow than usual this year. That's a good thing. I like playing in the snow. And jumping. And rolling around in it.

But first things first, breakfast.

7:17 Patiently waiting on the human to get downstairs and start seeing to my breakfast. After all, I can't open cupboards myself.

7:20 AM. The human comes downstairs. I thump my tail on the floor in greetings. Good morning, human! It's a fine day, isn't it? Say, have you given any thought to getting my breakfast ready?

7:22 AM. The human is pouring me a big bowl of kibbles.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy......

7:23 AM. Licking my chops after polishing off breakfast. That was good!

7:26 AM. Making inquiries with the human about letting me out for a run. I've got plenty of energy to burn off before my next nap, after all.

7:28 AM. Out the door and on my way. See you later, human!!!

7:35 AM. Running through the back fields, barking my head off, as happy as I can be. 

7:52 AM. Stopping in to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!

7:53 AM. After the customary doggie greetings, Spike and I get down to discuss the important issues of the day. Equations of velocity and wind speed in intercepting squirrels. The true agenda of the mailmen. The consistency of kibble.

7:58 AM. Spike tells me that his humans have already started decorating for the Christmas holidays. It's like, what? A month away? Isn't that way too early?

8:01 AM. Well, Spike, I'm really hoping that my human doesn't invite any of those annoying relatives of hers. Those kids think I'm a horse and make a point of following me everywhere....

8:05 AM. Parting ways with Spike to head for home. See you later, Spike!

8:12 AM. Pausing in my steps in the woods. Up ahead.... it's a squirrel.

Pursuit mode engaged in five, four, three...

8:13 AM. Barking my head off, chasing the squirrel. The chase takes us across the stream and ends with him darting up a tree. Bastard!

8:21 AM. After several minutes circling around the bottom of the tree, waiting on the squirrel to descend, I have now given up. Sooner or later, squirrel, you're going to get what's coming to you.

You hear me? You're going to get yours!!!

8:34 AM. Barking to let the human know I've returned. Human! Loki, Annoyer of Squirrels and Chewer of Slippers has returned.

8:35 AM. Subjected to the Towel of Torment before I can sneak my way inside. Human, why can't I dry natural by the fireplace? I've told you many times, there is no such thing as wet dog smell.

10:45 AM. Mooching a cookie off the human while she has coffee.

1:31 PM. Barking at the mailman from the living room window as he drops off the mail and drives away.

Get lost, you fiend!!!

6:35 PM. Dinner with the human. She's made pizza and has cut up a couple of slices into nice bite sized pieces just for me. Very good!

11:23 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human. Sleep well. 

I'll likely be doing zoomies at three in the morning.