"jmcquown" wrote:
Persia woke me up too early this morning! 6AM! Noooo. I was really
sleeping well, which is rare of late. Then I felt her paw gently tapping
my nose. I grumbled, "Momma's sleeping" and burrowed my nose into the
pillow so she couldn't tap it. So she put her paw on my cheek and left
it there. LOL She has very soft paws so I didn't mind that Her next
maneuver was to give me very gentle "kitty kisses" on my hand, forearm
and shoulder. Awww, I love how you're being so sweet but it's too early! Momma's sleeping.

She still had kibble and a bowl full of fresh water from when I went to
bed. She had a clean litter box. What on earth could she possibly want
me to get up for so urgently at 6AM?

She let me drift off again... for a few minutes. When I grudgingly got
up she did something unusual. She marched straight from the bedroom to
the kitchen. She meowed the whole time. She kept stopping to glance
over her shoulder to make sure I was following her. [It felt like a
'Lassie' movie: "Come quick, Timmy fell down the well!"] What the heck
did she want to show me in the kitchen? A dead mouse? Nope. She led me
straight to the refrigerator and stood there meowing her head off. LOL

Persia's a very bright cat. I went to the store yesterday to pick up
some grocery staples. I inadvertently let Persia see me put a half
gallon of milk in the refrigerator. She didn't comment or ask for any at
the time. No, she filed the information away in her kitty brain
"There is milk in the refrigerator And Momma will give me some if I
play this right." LOL

So at the crack of dawn she very cutely woke me up, marched me to the
kitchen and got me to pour some milk. I guess this makes me a good cat slave

The thing is, I would have given her a drizzle of milk when I brought it
home from the store. (I give her a little bit a couple of times a
month.) She didn't have to concoct this elaborate plot.

Jill

Dear sweet Persia. :-)
--
Adrian