Sunday, October 11, 2009

Firestar's Diary

Hello. It's Sunday (I'm told). First or last day of the week, depending on your perspective. For myself - I don't care. My days are all pretty similar.

Let me demonstrate.

5:00 a.m. Sleeping on rocking chair. Bevie gets up and turns on light. How rude.

5:30 a.m. Spouse gets up and wanders around making noise.

5:45 a.m. Spouse leaves apartment. I now wander around meowing loudly. This is to get Bevie's attention.

6:00 a.m. Sitting on chair beside Bevie. Every time Bevie's arm moves close I bite it. Not hard. Just enough to entice play.

6:15 a.m. No play. Just back scratches. Not bad, but not what I wanted. Go to bedroom and sleep on Bevie's bed.

8:00 a.m. Return to main room. Sleep on rocker.

9:00 a.m. Son is up. Son comes to rocker and gets bit.

10:00 a.m. In Son's room sleeping on Son's bed.

11:00 a.m. Back in master bedroom sleeping on Bevie's bed.

12:15 p.m. Fill out blog entry and return to bedroom. Sleeping on Bevie's bed.

These busy days just wear me out.
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6 comments:

Sarah Laurenson said...

Fred knows me as daughter of brush lady or more commonly known as poor substitute for brush lady. I am also a convenient place to lie down when Fred is feeling sick. Other times, he plays musical beds and loves to take over the dogs' bed or favorite place to sleep until they find a new one and then he takes over that one.

It's a tough life.

Bevie said...

Yes. I'm the one who cats come to in this house when they're feeling poorly.

He's here now. Staring at me and purring.

Lisa said...

what about from 12:15 to midnight?

Rufus said...

Humans don't understand just how hard our lives are.

You're going to have to bite harder if they don't do as they're told.

Bevie said...

Looks like Firestar gave us his diary up to the minute. But I can account for the rest of his day. Just look at 10 a.m. and 11 a.m. and keep alternating them. Oh, with one break when he climbed up on the boxes in the corner and fell off next to the wall where we couldn't get him. He managed to get out on his own.

Bevie said...

Rufus, don't you be giving him any ideas. He bites hard enough as it is.

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