This was Buddy on Saturday morning at 6:30 a.m.! I had planned on sleeping in. However, he was having no part of it. I hear this meow, meow, meow. Next he's up on the bed, head bump. Meow, meow, meow. I say hi Bubba (that is one of the many nicknames he has). This happened a couple times and then I tried to drift back to sleep. Next....
I hear something strange and I roll over to see him on top of my dresser which is full of things he can knock down and also where he KNOWS he is not supposed to be. (This was one of the things he did many years ago to get me out of bed. He would get onto the dresser and I would see his little paw tapping things onto the floor) I say Bubba! Get down! A meowrrrrr...and he jumps down.
I give up.
I get up, give him his dry food and make my morning coffee. Life was good, I had tons of things to get done on the weekend.
However...this morning...when I HAVE to get up, where do you think he is? No where to be found and my alarm clock which I bought at Dollar General for like $5.00 is malfunctioning. So I am up an hour late and rushing around to get ready.
I do love him though.
Head bumpies and purrs and even the distressed meows. I couldn't live without them.![]()
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