The alarm went off and I automatically reached out and hit the snooze. I felt my eyes close again and I sighed, knowing it was just about time for me to get up.
Instead, I rolled over and went back to sleep.
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After what felt like two seconds, the alarm went off again. I flailed out with my arm and hit the snooze again. “...should get up...” I muttered, and closed my eyes again.
I felt the bed dip slightly as Freddie hit the mattress. I soon felt the tell tale kiss of feline nose to my nose. I laughed, and reached up to pet him. “Hey, little guy,” I croaked, my throat dry from sleep.
He said nothing, just curled up against my chest and closed his eyes. I followed suit.
The alarm went off again, and once again I silenced it. I cracked open one eye and looked at the time. “Shoot!” I said. “Freddie, I’m going to be late if I don’t get up!”
He yawned and burrowed deeper into me. “That’s not my problem” he murmured.
I felt my body relaxing again and gave a token mental struggle. “I’ll just rest another minute,” I told him.
“...good...” he said, purring.
I felt myself drift again.
The alarm went off again and I felt a surge of adrenaline through my body. I jolted awake, disturbing Freddie and making him squawk. “I’m late!” I shouted and jumped up out of bed.
Freddie stood and stretched, yawning. Then he flopped back down on my unmade bed and closed his eyes again. I rolled my eyes and ran for the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way.
Exactly seven minutes later I reentered my bedroom, showered and wrapped in a towel. Freddie was still asleep on my bed.
“Wake up!” I said, pulling clothes out of my drawers. “You’ve made me late for work, the least you can do is stay awake until I leave!”
He opened one eye. “I made you late for work?” he said, skeptical.
“Yes!” I snarled, putting on my socks. “If you hadn’t snuggled so nicely, I would have gotten up ages ago!”
He sat up. “You were already sleeping through your alarm!” he snapped back. “I didn’t make you do that!”
“I was about to get up when you came looking for cuddles!” I retorted.
I was almost dressed now, and looking around for my shoes. “I don’t know why you always make me late,” I muttered.
He puffed up his chest. “I have never made you late! YOU decide when to get up! I don’t have to get up ever!”
“That’s what makes it so hard to get up!” I shouted. “You get to just stay in bed all day and I have to go work! It’s not fair!”
“Well I guess you should have been born a cat then, huh?” he asked, smugly, and then started to lick one paw.
I snorted, finally remembering that I left my shoes in the family room. “I don’t even remember making that choice,” I told him. “I can’t help that I was born a human and destined to work.” I grabbed my water bottle and left my room. I could hear the thump as Freddie left my bed to follow.
I made my way to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee into my travel mug. I looked at the clock on the microwave and swore. “You really did it this time!” I told my cat as he sauntered in after me.
He rolled his eyes and made his way to his kibble bowl.
“I don’t think you should go,” he said. “Just stay home today and then you can go in tomorrow.”
I groaned. “Don’t tempt me,” I said. “I would love to stay home and cuddle with you.”
He jumped up onto one of the kitchen chairs and rubbed his head on my water bottle. I grabbed it from him and filled it as quick as I could. “Late, late, late!” I said. “I feel like the white rabbit!”
“Can I chase this rabbit?” he asked, watching me race around.
I finally had everything together and was ready to go. I picked up my bags and my coffee cup and my water bottle and bent down to kiss the top of Freddie’s head. He ducked me like he always does. “Be a good boy,” I told him, like I always do. “I lub you.”
“I’m going back to bed,” he told me.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Do your pooties ever make you late? Because Freddie does all the time!