Friday, February 12, 2010

Skip, Skip, Skip To The Loo...

This morning I awoke to Fuzz nestled to my side and looking at me expectantly. I ignored him and turned over. Finally, I could bear it no longer and leaped out of bed, racing to the bathroom with him running directly in front of me, tail up in the air. It was a race for wills and bodily functions: He wanted breakfast, and I wanted, well, you know...and I wanted it without a cat staring directly at me until I was done.

The dance ensued. I shooed him from one nook and cranny of the bathroom to another until I finally maneuvered him out the door and shut it tight. And oh, the irony! Before I did another thing, I reached down and filled his food bowl.

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