A Day In The Life Of A Cat

 And now it is time for the point of view of the cat, who must always have the last word in these.

7:02 AM. Waking up. Slept well. Had zoomies at some point through the house. 

7:04 AM. An inspection of the exterior from the back of the couch out the windows. Flying lunches pecking around in the grass. 

7:09 AM. Waiting on the staff to get down here and see to my breakfast.

7:21 AM. The staff finally turns up. It's about time, staff, I was about to send a search party after you.

7:22 AM. Reminding the staff of my particular wants and needs for breakfast. None of which involves field rations. Are we clear on that, staff?

7:24 AM. The staff puts my breakfast down on the floor. The bowl of milk and plate of tuna are welcome. The bowl of field rations is not.

7:26 AM. I have finished off the milk and tuna. I shall ignore the field rations and leave the staff to have her breakfast in peace and quiet.

7:38 AM. Somewhere off in the distance, that stupid mutt is barking his head off.

7:42 AM. The staff is on her way out to that place she calls work. Very well, staff. You have my leave to go. But remember, we're running low on milk.

7:45 AM. The staff has driven off in the car. Now then, how shall I occupy the remainder of the day?

8:02 AM. Watching the Weather Network. They're calling for some snow tonight. Well, even though it's technically spring, we've had False Spring. We are now in Third Winter.

10:51 AM. Waking up from a nap. One can never have enough of those.

11:22 AM. Sauntering into the kitchen, feeling a bit hungry.

Oh, right, all that's out in the open is that bowl of field rations.

Oh, well....

11:25 AM. Well, that will have to tide me over until the staff gets home.

1:29 PM. My nap is disturbed by the barking from that foul hound from down the road.

The mailman must be stopping by from the sounds of it.

2:40 PM. Zoomies are called for. Breaking out into a sprint around the house to see if I can break my all time fastest time.

4:56 PM. The staff arrives at home. I see she has grocery bags. Very good.

Well, staff, if you happen to find a few things overturned, in my defense a cat having zoomies is not responsible for their actions.

5:03 PM. Supervising the staff while she puts the groceries away. Staff? Where is the catnip?

6:27 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's made meatloaf for herself with her vegetables, but has cut up some slices for me. Very good, staff, very good indeed.

6:45 PM. Leaving the staff to do her post-dinner thing. After all, cats are not made for doing dishes.

7:04 PM. The staff settles on the couch with me. I shall grace her with cuddles and purrs.

8:26 PM. Pondering the great mysteries of life. Who made the first ball of yarn?

9:10 PM. A glance outside into the night. Yeah, looks like it's snowing.

11:35 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff, sleep well. But do keep the door open.

I have zoomies scheduled in the night, after all.

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

 It is time once more for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As always, I begin with the dog's point of view, seeing as how he gets so easily distracted.

7:01 AM. Waking up. Big stretch. Slept well. Dreamed of chasing squirrels.

7:03 AM. Checking outside to see how things are. And speaking of squirrels, there's one on our lawn. I bark loudly. It runs away. 

I'll get you later....

7:10 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs and see to my breakfast. After all, it's one of those things I can't do on my own.

7:20 AM. The human comes downstairs. I thump my tail furiously against the floor in greetings. Good morning, human! She asks what I was barking about.

Well, see, there was this squirrel, and you and I both know they're devious and evil and just up to something...

7:22 AM. Watching patiently as the human pours me a big bowl of kibble.

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

7:23 AM. Have polished off my breakfast just six seconds short of my all time fastest breakfast. That was good!

7:27 AM. Making inquiries with the human as to if she'll let me out for a run. That damned squirrel might still be in the area, after all.

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

7:30 AM. Doing a thorough inspection of the perimeter near the house. After all, he could be watching me right now....

7:40 AM. Running through the back fields, barking my head off, as happy as I can be.

7:58 AM. Stopping by to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!

7:59 AM. After Spike and I have finished greeting each other in customary doggie fashion, we get to discussing matters of the greatest importance. When spring will really and fully kick in. What the squirrels are up to. Whether or not they have formed an alliance with the mailman.

8:03 AM. Spike reminds me that this Easter thing is coming up. Great. I really hope my human doesn't have any family coming over. I don't much care for kids, Spike, not when they think I'm a horse.

8:12 AM. Spike and I go our separate ways. He promises to let me know when the mailman shows up.

8:21 AM. Making my way through the woods, sniffing at things.

8:24 AM. Opportunity has smiled on me and I am now in pursuit of that damned squirrel.

So close, I've almost got him...

8:25 AM. The squirrel is up a tree, chattering away at me and quite pleased with himself. One more meter, squirrel, and you would be history right now. You got lucky today. Luck. That's all it is. And one day, your luck is going to run out.

8:37 Spending some time splashing about in the cold creek. 

9:03 AM. After barking to alert the human to my return, she has opened the door, but intercepted me with the Towel of Torment. Oh, come on, human, there is no such thing as wet dog smell.

10:45 AM. The human is having coffee. I mooch an oatmeal cookie off her. 

12:31 PM. Lunch with the human. She's been kind enough to give me a ham and cheese sandwich.

1:29 PM. Barking at the mailman as he stops at the mailbox to drop some things off.

Dinner with the human. She's made lasagna, and has cut up some for me as well. Nice bite sized pieces. No repeats of the spaghetti incident.

11:35 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human, and sleep well. I'll be down here guarding the house.

In between naps.