Saturday, January 29, 2011

How is a cat like Viagra?

It can get you up in bed.

I was woken up at 7 this morning with a little kitty shiatsu courtesy of Gordon. I'd like to say he does it out of love but I think it has more to do with an empty food bowl. He is a heavy fur-boy but he does hold back the claws, unlike his sister, Zoey, who is lighter but performs cat-upuncture. When the massage failed to rouse the food lady, he stuck his wet nose in my ear and purred and snuffled, making me giggle. So I'm up early on a Saturday and the cats and rabbit are fed. The child is asking for breakfast now. If she stands on my back, I'm done for. I'd better get cooking. But first...coffee.

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