My intention this morning was to sleep in. Not a lot, just a couple hours beyond sunrise. Getting to sleep in beyond sunrise in this household is a wonderful and blessed event. So I toddled off to bed well before midnight, pleased to be looking forward to an actual full night’s sleep. Alas, whatever my intentions had been, the cats had other ideas.

At 7 am, I was awakened by the shrieks of Myu being attacked by Ronin a mere couple of feet from my head. Unlike my alarm clock, fighting cats do not have a snooze button. After such an adrenalin-pumping arousal, there was no going back to sleep either, so I stumbled into the kitchen and made coffee, and then stomped into the living room to gripe to Lin about Ronin being an ass. One by one, each cat came up and licked my hand, and then put on their “Aren’t We Adorable” faces. Grrrr. They know being cute gets them out of trouble. I’m such a sucker for The Cute.

Naturally, I fed them, which is what all the ruckus this morning was about anyway. I wasn’t awake and tending to their every early morning need. They were dying of starvation! Wasting away! Daddy wasn’t feeding them, and I was their only hope! Uh huh. All three of these monsters could live off their fat reserves for at least a week without harm. As per usual, they each ate two bites of food –oh yes, they were SO hungry– and then they tore around the house for about an hour.

Now they are all passed out and sleeping contentedly on the bed. I do believe I will go pester the living daylights out of them as soon as I finish this cup of coffee. If I don’t get to sleep in … no one does!