Ninja Cat is at peace with the world. So, naturally, I had to disturb him. See that pink in the bottom corner of the photo? That's my pajama pants, which means that Ninja and I are cozy on the couch together. "Together" is crucial here, folks. In his waking hours Ninja knows nothing of "together." Oh no. Togetherness is the devil in Ninjaland. However, occasionally, Ninja will make an exception, curl up next to me, and fall asleep.
*Fast forward to 5am this morning*
(Cue the pathetic cat whining and the Puss-n-Boots-Cat-Face from Shrek....)
At 5am Ninja was on the bed and in my face whining because he was hungry. It's the ol' Sympathy Whine. I shoved him out of my face and onto the floor. Four times. But Ninja is smart. Where sympathy fails, annoyance will triumph.
Like a lizard he then glided over my face, next to the window, raised his paw and punched the blinds. Repeatedly. Provokingly. Again I shoved him out of my face and apparently that was the last straw for little Ninja. (Not surprisingly Bruce slept soundly through the entire fiasco.) At this point someone is thinking, "This is exactly why I don't have a cat." Well, good for you.
*Cue Ninja's Revenge (escalated whining and punching)*
By this time I was awake, and let me tell you, at 5:30 am EVERYTHING for me began to feel like revenge. Is that a damp spot on my pillow? Oh, that's just Revenge Drool. Is that my sour milk on the nightstand? Yep. Revenge Milk. And what is that foul odor in the air? Oh yes. Husband's Revenge Fart.
I fed the cat, made my way downstairs, and stumbled upon something akin to this:
You guessed it. Revenge Dishes. Quickly followed by Revenge Laundry.
I showered, made my coffee, and spent the next three hours alone in our newly cleaned-out psuedo-sunroom. And guess what? The sun came out today! YAY! If you don't live here, you're thinking, "Big Deal." Well, aside from yesterday the Portland Metro hasn't seen the sun in like 500 years. So I sat and soaked up the early sunshine, sipped my coffee, and thanked God for my psycho cat (whose real name is Moses) who woke me up early enough to enjoy something so wonderful.
Silence. Sunshine. Caffeine. Opened blinds. A good book to read. Solitude. Contentment. A clean kitchen and clean clothes (all before 8am). Not too bad, eh?
I think I'll set my alarm a tad earlier tomorrow. (Of course if Ninja has anything to do with it, I won't need to.)
3 comments:
Hahahaha, you're right, I was thinking, "this is exactly why I don't have a cat!" Although now we're staying at my sister's and they have two cats and there is cat hair on everything-not good with a baby that puts everything in her mouth! Maybe when all our kids are over age 2 we can get one...
Ninja cat quite reminds me of a child. I've had my days where everything feels like one large scheme to piss me off.
Kudos to you for finding solace and praise in the sunshine.
One can look at Ninja cat's game and think... how can I be one step ahead of Ninja cat? At least, this is what I try and should always be doing with the Bobbinoggin little ones. It tends to put a different play on things, anyway.
Love you.
Me.
That sounds like a morning in my house. Except instead of Ninja Cat. I have Ninja Baby who likes to punch my bladder and wake me up at 5:30 in the morning. I also have a husband who revenge farts, and a kitchen that creates revenge dishes.
I'm glad you got to enjoy the sunshine. :)
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