And now it is time for the perspective of the cat, who must always have the last word in on these things, what with being a supreme being and all.
7:00 AM. Waking up. Taking a big stretch. Slept well. Dreamed of vast fields of catnip.
7:03 AM. A look outside from the back of the couch. Still not dawn. Light enough to see that there's frost on the ground. Getting to be that time of year again.
7:09 AM. Just where is the staff? I've been up nearly ten minutes now and no sign of her.
7:16 AM. If she's not down here in five minutes, I'm sending a search party after her.
7:20 AM. The staff finally comes downstairs. It's about time, staff. I was this close to making arrangements with search and rescue- ie, me- to come fetch you.
7:22 AM. Making my wishes clear as the staff sets to work in the kitchen. Staff, I want it very clear that I am to see no field rations. Are we clear on that, staff? None.
7:24 AM. The staff puts my breakfast down on the floor. The bowl of milk and plate of chicken are much to my approval. The bowl of field rations is not.
7:26 AM. Finished with the milk and chicken. I have completely ignored the field rations.
I shall leave the staff to have her breakfast in peace and quiet.
7:35 AM. Somewhere in the distance I hear the barking of that foul mutt.
7:48 AM. The staff is leaving for the day. Farewell, staff. Don't forget to pick up milk.
7:51 AM. Watching the staff leave the driveway. Well, what do we have on the schedule for today?
8:01 AM. Watching the Weather Channel. More frosty nights to come.
8:21 AM. I think it's time for a well earned nap.
11:34 AM. Waking up from my nap. Big stretch.
11:36. Have come into the kitchen to the disappointment of realizing all that's out in the open is field rations.
Oh well...
12:39 PM. Zoomies.
2:19 PM. Waking up from another nap. Zoomies do get the better of you.
4:36 PM. The staff comes in the front door. It's about time, staff. You did remember the milk?
4:40 PM. The staff is putting groceries away.
Good. There's the milk.
5:19 PM. The staff is making dinner. I smell meat.
6:27 PM. Dinner with the staff. She has cut up some steak for me. She insists on having hers with vegetables. To each their own.
8:40 PM. Pondering the great mystery of the universe is a big ball of string theory.
11:28 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good nights, staff.
By the way, I have oonies scheduled at two.
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