Where do the weekends go? B.J. (before job), my days meshed together. All I had to remember was whether it was garbage day or not and if a Sunday, then I was teaching Sunday school and providing a safe haven and fun haven or mission haven for the youth! That was B.J. A.J. (yes, after job) means "Am I going to bed early enough to awake at 5 a.m.?" Yuck!!! LOL I was an early riser before but NOT a 5 a.m. riser! It's still dark outside and I am not a rooster! Unfortunately the pets are getting used to this 5 a.m. feeding and on a Saturday when I am allowed to sleep past 5, they do not like it.
At first it is a gentle jump on the bed. One of the humans might turn over.
Then it is a gentle kneading of the belly....that is if the human is belly up!
No luck? Next pounce on them. Nothing gets a grunt out of them like a hard landing on the gut.
What? They turned over again and knocked YOU off the bed?
Now it is time to chase another pet around the bed....be sure to run across The Momma's head (that really gets her moving-- although not in the good way, but you have made your point--
NO ONE SLEEPS PAST 5 A.M.!!!!! Period.
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