Ansel is an early riser. If the sun is up…um, on the east coast…he’s up. Problem with that is we don’t LIVE on the east coast.  We live somewhere in the middle. So…mostly dark here when he decides he has slept enough. Considering he sleeps all day…well, I can see that, I guess.

Now lots of times he will let me sleep while he goes on rounds. I have no idea where all he goes, but I assume he checks windows on all sides of the house, his water dish and food bowls…in case the wet food fairy has visited in the night.  I can only guess that then he gets bored.  I am his favorite slave and playmate, so of course he comes to get me out of bed.  The fact that I don’t sleep all day like he does matters not to him. It goes something like this:

“Meowma.”

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“Meowma.”

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“MeOWma.”

“Mmmm..no, baby…shhhh…Mama’s sleepin’. Go play.”

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“Meowma.”

“No, baby.”

“Meowma.”

“No. Shhhh.”

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“Meowma.”

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“MeOWma.”

“SHHHH! NO.”

“Meowma.”

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“MeowMA.”

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“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“Meowma.”

“OHFORTHELOVEOFGOD!!! FINE! I am UP! FINE! Are you HAPPY now?”

“Rowr.”

*sigh* He is so lucky I love him. Seriously.