Cat Alarms

There are a few videos on YouTube showing cats waking up their owners. Mr Fluffy, as that is what I call him, bangs on the bedroom door if my human doesn't get up.

My approach is more subtle. After all I am Titus the coolest cat around.

Although I haven't drunk any milk yet and I am told that it is 'cool for cats'.

There is an alarm that goes off every morning at about 6.30am. It sounds like crickets churruping. So I know that my human is going to get up, so I sit and wait while she rubs her eyes.

Why do humans rub their eyes?

I mean I don't rub my eyes.

I just blink and squint a little and then open my eyes, WIDE!

I know I am going to get some food once the alarm has gone off, so there really is no need to waste energy bothering my human.

However, there are the odd days, and they really are odd as the morning routine is all wrong, when she does not get up at 6.30am and the alarm goes off later. 

This is when I need to give her a little nudge.

Tactics I have used so far:

Biting the cheek - got a tap on the nose for that.

Nibbling the eyebrow - got a push for that.

Pinging the bra strap - got picked up and put on the floor for that one!

Licking the eyebrow - that was a good one, until she put her hands over her face, so I chewed on her fingers instead.

I did try sticking my nose in her eye to see if it would open, but I found myself severely reprimanded. 

I mean what is wrong with my nose?

Am I a teenager yet?

OK, so I have not written anything for two weeks. Well I have been busy. Busy having fun and trying to grow up so that I don't fall through the stairs and still stay young and playful so I can race up behind Fluffy and leap on his tail.

That's his fault for waving it about like a semaphore flag.

What does he expect me to do? ignore it?

It's like waving a red rag in front of a bull, or dangling a carrot in front of a donkey or a mouse in front of me.

That reminds me.

Mum bought me a new rat the other day - it was brown and looked rather naughty to me, so I picked it up in my mouth and hid it under the bed.

I'll deal with it later.

Recently, I discovered a contraption that my humans call a television. There are things that move inside it. I have tried to see what is going on behind but all I can find are wires.

Sometimes there are humans or other animals stuck inside this giant box on the wall - I am not sure how they get out.

I wonder if I sit in front of it, whether the humans will sit and look at me instead?

The question at hand is whether I am turning into a teenager.

The other morning, the alarm went off, I heard it and I heard Mum get up. But I didn't, I stayed in bed. That's what teenagers do.

Mum took me down for breakfast, but I didn't like the smell of the cat food, I mean it stank. How can I eat something like that?

So I refused my food.

That got her worried.

She cooked me fresh chicken.

That can't be bad.

Maybe I should try being a teenager more often?