April 12, 2008
You would think a human could sleep in on a Saturday. Apparently not. My little Seiko cat alarm went off shortly after the alarm clock normally would have.
Now, I don't mind the cold nose on the cheek, the gentle tap with a paw, the pleasant "Mruuuuuup?"... All very nice ways to be awakened.
I do, however, take great umbrage at Seiko playing freight train at O-Dark-Thirty and including my pillows -more particularly my face - in her route.
I'm still finding blood spots on the floor from my blind rush to the bathroom to see if my face had been ripped off.
Maybe I can tell everyone I was in a cat fight.