Ah, sweet slumber. I almost managed to sleep in past 6:30 this morning, too. Our furry alarm clocks seriously need to have snooze buttons. Someday I would like to sleep in until 8:00. What can I say? It’s a dream I have.
This morning I managed to drift in and out to the sound of Oswald worrying at the door to Travis’s office. Shivers put extra effort into her Good Morning Performance, though. She ran up and down the stairs wailing – ahem – singing loudly. When that act ended, I started to drift off again. Her second act was a real show stopper, though. Shivers decided to bring her peacock feather to the heating vent next to the bed. Then proceeded to run the shaft of the feather over the metal grate, like a washboard player at the Grand Ole Opry, while… singing. Good grief. Gotta love the furry little fiends. Thank goodness for coffee.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your furry family (or pleasant Thursday, if you don’t celebrate it).
This is a common sight at our house. Travis found a great bird feeder that fastens onto the window with suction cups. It’s been up for about a year, and so far no birds have actually flown into the window. Success! I can’t say the same for the cats, though. Oswald plasters himself to the window repeatedly. It’s a riot.
Travis handily caught a video of one of the birds that has just as much attitude as Oswald. I guess this went on for close to five minutes.
That bird knows a housecat when it sees one. “I’m in no danger.”
Oh, and we also have a couple feeders in a tree, where the birds can eat without hassle.
I had a huge to-do list today. Alas, I am foiled. I’ve managed to catch pneumonia. Go me. On the plus (?) side, Oswald went in for his yearly vaccines yesterday so he’s also feeling under the weather. He’s getting in some serious “mum time” today. So we’re bonding. I was really looking forward to writing the next few entries, but snuggling and rest are important, too.
So there will be more posts once the Meezer and I are feeling a bit better.
Several years ago, I had a dream about a little girl saying, “Mom? Mom?” over and over. I woke up to Maggie mewing at me, and the transition from “Mom?” to “Mew?” made it pretty clear what had caused the dream.
So my sleeping brain interprets Maggie’s chatter as “Mom?Mom?Mom?”
This morning I had a dream about a little boy stuck in tunnels underneath New York City. He kept saying, “Lady? Hey, Lady? Can you hear me? Lady?” His voice was echoey and distorted by the tunnels.
I woke up to Oswald doing his morning meezering.
So to Maggie I’m Mom, but to Oswald, I’m “Hey Lady.” That’s about the truth of it.
