Friday, August 15, 2014

A good start for a Friday morn.

Bobbi's working odd hours this week, which has juggled the sleep schedules of everybody in the house who is not a cat. She's sleeping from the early afternoon into the night, so as to go in at 0MyGawd30. I catch a late night nap, see her off, and then go doze another three hours until awakened at 0600 by an 18-lb cat who is sure he is about to starve to death if he doesn't get some food right away. I then get another couple hours of sleep before stumbling into the office to turn on the free ice cream machine and then do some writing for people who will exchange money for words.

This morning, it seemed that no sooner had I dozed off from the cat feeding than I was awakened by the sound of... Oh, damn! That's the garbage truck!

I hope the neighbors dug my PJs.
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8 comments:

Jennifer said...

At least there were PJs involved...

rickn8or said...

It is for just these occasions that I have honed the fine art of sleeping in sweatpants or scrubs and a tee-shirt.

YMMV

Tom said...

I suppose us guys have an unfair advantage - boxers of any color other than white tend to look like shorts at a distance. It's the flip-flops I don't do so well.

Tom

Buzz said...

Our dog-sized cat earns the nickname "Annoyatron" for his morning demands.

We lock our bedroom door, not to keep out curious, unaware offspring from scarring childhood moments, but to prevent repeats of unwanted waking due to books tossed from headboard to forehead.

Will said...

To keep from stumbling when the pj's fall around your ankles from the snubbie in a pocket, consider a shoulder rig :)

(I've BTDT, when the frayed waist cord gave up the ghost. )

Anonymous said...

Until pictures of said PJs are posted, we cannot advise.

Antibubba

emdfl said...

Every CAT loves it some well trained staff...

Will said...

Isn't there a food dispensing product with timer, just for cats?

My various cats just wanted to continue sleeping in the morning, which tended toward stealing the covers by one of them. I'd wake up against the wall, and she would be smack in the middle of the bed, under everything. Sheba was an odd cat.