Friday, April 26, 2013

It's been a hard day's night

Or maybe it has been a hard night's day. Or a hard morning's afternoon. Or maybe a cat's hard life's break?
Poor little sister. Mom should be ashamed of herself, making Esme work like a dog. A cat should never have to work like a dog.

It started with having to wake up Mom. Cats do not have a snooze button, and still we keep coming back, playing every dirty trick in the house. Not because we want to, but because we have to. Can't we be hungry, only because it's 4 am in the morning? At least today she gave in at 6 ... but then we didn't like the food. Esme is close to starving anyway, can't you tell? Shame on you, Mom.

As our human is not ready or able to learn, we had to repeat the protests at 11 am, 2 pm, 4 pm and 6.45 pm. Esme is invaluable during these actions, not only because she can use her most annoying voice, the one that goes like a drill right into a human's brain, but also because she definitely is the expert headbutter in this house. She has the neck of a full grown bull and she's not afraid to use that head.
She also uses it to help let out Buster, to try and knock the laptop off the desk when more important things need to be done (like feeding or brushing or feeding ... did I mention feeding?).

Of course in between there are the little tasks like getting into Mom's way and almost make her trip, walk on her ribs - which always works best when she wants to sleep - everyday stuff like that.

It can wear the toughest cat out.

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