Our Cat, The Purrfect Time Keeper.

The hidden pleasures of owning a cat.

Since the start of May, Bob and I have a routine of getting up at a quarter to four weekdays in order for Bob to get to work. Nothing wrong with that during summer and in any case, we adjusted our timetable accordingly. The dinner countdown ( pre-dinner glass of wine etc ) starts an hour earlier.

Despite finding the extra time during the day nice and often thinking of how much more one can achieve with it, we do enjoy Saturdays and Sundays, days we can sleep in...or should it be could sleep in?

In preparation for sleeping late on those mornings ( seven or eight'ish ) we live it up on the evenings before and watch the eight o'clock movie until it's finished! Even our dinners are pushed back just because it's weekend. Well, last weekend yours truly was in deep trouble because I had forgotten to switch off the alarm clock and Sunday morning saw us awake at 3.45 am. As you can imagine I was not Bob's favourite gal...

As one learns from mistakes I now religiously attend to setting the alarm clock but, we forgot about our industrious little Mausi. Cats, are the best instinctive timekeepers. Feeding times are imprinted on their brain and it seems that now, rising times are as well.

Only this last Saturday at 3.50, our princess couldn't handle the snores coming from the bed and with ease jumped up next to Bob's pillow and proceeded to purr and nudge his head until he was awake. He grumbled for a bit but honestly, there's not much Mausi can do that he wouldn't forgive...

...well, truthfully when she repeated the above early wake up call yesterday morning, Bob was a tad bit cross, cross enough to shut her out the bedroom last night which resulted in her sulking and not looking at him all morning. Of course, he chose the wrong day as we had to get up at a quarter to four in any case. Let's see what next weekend will bring...

One can't be cross with such a cute thing....

Biggi