Morning Proceedings

We tried to sleep in yesterday morning. A holiday thing, you know? We’d had plans to take a long drive but when the alarm went off at 8:00 we easily dissuaded ourselves and went back to sleep. It just didn’t last long.

At 8:15 we heard one of our cell phones ringing. Which one? Where? We have those phones that ring a different tune for an ‘unidentified’ number and this was singing away and we couldn’t find it. We assumed it was my phone, because mine is the one we usually use and give the number out for, but it turned out to be Mark’s – which was finally located in his pants pocket. Wrong number.

But we’d gotten all excited about it maybe being the Kentucky realtor (it was an 859 area code) and were anxious to call back or get a message. Very disappointing when we found a hillbilly on the other end of the connection who had no idea where that phone call might have come from.

Back to bed.

Well, Frik and Maddie were having none of that! Frik expects to be fed some canned food as soon as Mark gets up and Mark WAS, technically, UP so… Maddie also thinks mornings should proceed in an orderly fashion – first we do this, then we do this, then we do this…She likes to have a little milk spilled on the counter to lap up and appreciates a thorough head-parts scratching along about the time that happens as well.

Cat duties dispatched, we tried again. But the person in the apartment next door turned on their bathroom fan and the shower. Someone started their car and beeped for someone else to join them. A helicopter flew low over the lake we live right next to. The garbage trucks drove in to do their thing – back-up beepers going and engines roaring as their equipment banged around with the large apartment dumpsters. Good grief.

Frik decided he needed to be under the covers with me and then just purred his little ass off. Maddie got ‘lost’ in the kitchen when she realized that Frik wasn’t with her and started a series of increasingly frantic cries for him. She finally settled on the bed too, between my ankles, and only after ‘smoofing’ me for some time. (Don’t remember what ‘smoofing is? See my posting way back on September 7th.) And after being thus ‘pinned’ by two full-size cats, I got uncomfortable and tried to adjust my position and the cats exploded outward.

“It’s no use” Mark said. I had to agree.