Sunday, May 27, 2007

True Kitty Confessions

I would like to confess to a few ... well ... activities:
I like to wake my dad up in the middle of the night. I politely ask him to let me out.
Then I sit at the bathroom window, politely asking to be let in the house about an hour later.
At approximately 4:30 am, I begin to ask for breakfast.
I do this by climbing on Mom's night table and pushing everything to the floor. This includes the lamp, the telephone, and all the pictures.
By 4:45 am, I have succeeded in having Mom serve breakfast to my brothers, my sister, and me.
At about 5:15 am I am ready to go outside again ... and I walk upstairs and politely ask my dad to let me out.
This is my daily routine.
Lately Dad has put the telephone and lamp on the floor ... and Mom has decided to display all the pictures on her dresser. I have also discovered that when I return upstairs after breakfast, the bedroom door is usually closed. Somebody's getting smart!

7 comments:

Marilyn MonREOW said...

My darling Mickey,

*giggle*, you're so polite -- I like how you are so gentlemanly and use such good manners when asking for things.

I am usually very ladylike, but when it comes to stinky goodness I blush to admit that I lose all my composure and decorum and I start... hollering. Yes, I holler. Loudly. But only at stinky goodness time. I hope you won't think less of me for this. *smile*

I loved reading your confessions! My admiration for you grows daily.

Your ever-loving,

Marilyn

Zoey and the furballs (the Zoo Crew) said...

It sucks when they close the door. Why do beans do that? Don't they know that they are supposed to carry out our every command?

Daisy said...

Mickey, you sure are an early riser! My Mommie gets up early too, to go to the shelter, but I just get up whenever she does.

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy said...

Doncha just hate it when da beans start catching on and making our jobs harder.

Penelope said...

You cats need to learn how to open the door.

All you have to do is jump at it and hit the doorknob. Eventually you'll hit it the right way, or you'll be making so much noise banging up against the door that someone will open it for you. Either way the door is ajar.

The key is patience. Karen occasionally closes the door. She doesn't much, as she knows that by closing a door she merely creates more work for herself.

--P

Penelope said...

BTW: Karen said to tell your dad that she thinks the baseball names are cool!!!

--P

Marie the Defender said...

uh oh....methinks your mommy's been talkin' to my mommy...!!