Stop! Thief!

It's just after 6 a.m. on a Saturday.

I'd planned to get up around this time anyway because I've much to do before 9 a.m.

Well OK...what I really have to do before 9 a.m. is mostly enjoy my quiet morning time complete with coffee before getting ready to have an adventure.

Not the point.

Starting at 4, Vinny turned from a lovely mass of silky soft purring fur into a bundle of annoyance.

He began by finding his chicken, flipping it up onto my bed, and then romping around with it. Never mind that I was still in the bed trying to sleep.

When I kicked him off the bed, he went into the kitchen and discovered the plastic bag left on the counter by a friend who'd visited last night. He carried it into my room and began licking it with fervor¹.

I took the bag away from him and tried to cuddle him hoping he'd settle back into sleep.

That lasted 30 seconds.

He hopped off the bed, started ripping from end to end...my bed and specifically my back being one of those ends, and just generally wreaked havoc by knocking things off counters and desks and shelves.

Finally, at 5:30, I couldn't take it anymore. It was clear to me he wanted me to get up and feed him.

So I climbed out of the warmth, stumbled out to the kitchen, prepared his gourmet turkey surprise², and went back to climb into bed.

Whereupon I found this...



Damn cat.



1: What is it with cats and plastic sacks?

2: Surprise! It's turkey...the only kind of cat food he'll eat.