If you’ve ever shared your home with a pootie, you know they are creatures of routine. Freddie and Desi are no exception. It’s an occasionally weird routine, but there is stability in it.
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I tend to sleep for every spare second I can in the morning. I need to wake up slowly or, well, let’s just say no one around me would be happy. I have a few things in common with your average bear. At least where sleeping is concerned. In service to this thing I know about myself, I set my alarm to go off about 45 minutes before I actually have to get up. Then I hit the snooze until the clock reads Get Up or You’ll Be Late and Probably Fired O’clock. My mom is the opposite. She needs to have time to putter around in the morning before it’s time to get ready for work, so she sets her alarm early and actually gets up. She goes into the kitchen for her first cup of coffee and feeds the cats while it’s brewing.
Once Desi has eaten, she comes back into my room, walks past the bed and through the door beyond into the bathroom. Once there, after she’s had a drink from the water dish I keep by the sink (to keep kitties out of the toilet) she hops into the bathtub and begins to sing to the walls at the top of her voice. What follows here is a typical morning for us.
“Desi!” I yelled, keeping my eyes firmly closed. “It’s too early for this!” The howling stopped and a few seconds later I heard her jump on the bed and make her way over to my pillow.
“Did you hear me?” she asked, excited.
“I couldn’t not hear you,” I grumbled.
“I sound so good in there! It echoes!”
The alarm started to go off again so I reached past her and hit the snooze. My hand made it’s way from the alarm to her little furry head and I started to rub behind her ears. She purred.
“Do you mind if I go back to sleep?” I asked. “I only have twenty minutes before I have to get in the shower.”
“OK!” she said, standing up. “I better get back in there before you get everything all wet!”
As the sound of kitty wailing filled my bedroom, I started to regret not closing the door to the bathroom. I curled up on my side and closed my eyes.
With the sound of a tinkling bell, Freddie trotted into the bedroom and made a graceful leap onto the bed. “Are you awake?” he asked, pushing his snout into my eye socket.
“God, stop! Yes, I’m awake, dammit.”
“Good. You should feed us.”
I opened my eyes and gave him a suspicious squint. “You’ve been fed,” I told him.
“Nope. I have not.”
“I heard Mom go downstairs.”
“She forgot.”
“I heard the dishes on the counter.”
“She just left them there.”
I stared at him and he started to fidget.
“I’m very hungry,” he said quietly.
I rolled over and closed my eyes again. The alarm sounded, and I reached out and hit the snooze without moving the rest of my body. I heard Freddie sigh.
“I guess you don’t love me,” he murmured, laying his head on my hip forlornly.
My eyes popped open. “You are ridiculous,” I told him.
“No,” he said. “Just very hungry.”
Desi, in the bathroom, continued her song.
I rolled my eyes and closed them again. Freddie let out a little whimper.
“You are so full of lies,” I said, unconcerned. “I don’t know how I adopted such a liar.”
“The only lies in this house are in the empty bowl downstairs,” he replied, sagely.
I sat up and looked at him. “That doesn’t even make any sense!”
He met my eyes. “I probably don’t make any sense because I’m starv—“
“Oh stop!” I laughed. “Now you’re just getting silly!”
“Silliness is a well known symptom of starvation.”
Desi continued to serenade the shower walls in the bathroom.
I decided to end this foolishness. “Mom?” I called.
“Yeah?” she answered through the wall.
“Did you feed these guys yet?”
“I fed them when I got my coffee,” she responded, totally unsurprised by my question. I looked at Freddie and raised my eyebrow.
The alarm went off again.
“You better get moving,” he told me, jumping off the bed. “You’ll be late.”
It’s been a weird month, work-wise, and it happened that I work almost every Saturday this month. Don’t cry for me, though, I’ll be here later on. Have a great day, Peeps! 💛 💚 💙 💜