Mama is tired today. She is grumpy because her super, awesome and handsome kitty (that would be ME!) kept pestering her last night. And the night before. And the night before too. I have no idea what she is talking about. None. Whatsoever. MaxE never pesters Mama ever!
Sure, sometimes I like to nibble on her toes while she sleeps. It’s just plain, good fun.
Maybe, on the rarest occasions, I like to jump on the tall dresser and push her alarm clock off (like twice a night). It sure is funny when it goes BOOM and Mama jumps up. I pretend to be asleep, but Mama sees through my ruse and boots me from the bedroom.
No reason to get upset with MaxE.
Okay, it’s possible that I have raced into the bedroom, jumped onto the bed, meowed as loud as possible, leapt off the bed then went tearing around the apartment howling up a storm. On my very best nights I do it repeatedly.
I am not being naughty.
This is Mama’s fault and she knows it.
Not because she indulges MaxE (because duh, of course she indulges me) but because Mama neglected me during the day.
No da bird. No feather brush attacks. No laser mouse.
What is 17 pounds of pep to do?
Be loud and obnoxious when Mama is trying to sleep, of course!
Besides, who did I learn this from in the first place?
Mama! She is always bothering me while I’m napping. But when I do it. Drama.
The good news is Mama loves me lots, so she forgives me right away. Plus, when she’s so tired, she just doesn’t have the energy to yell me.
Of course, she better find some pep pretty soon, otherwise … it’s going to be another long night!