Cats
Ever since my parents gave me Rambis in 1989 I've been a morning person. Not by choice; Rambis felt it was her God-given duty to get me up no around 5:00 or 6:00 every morning to feed her. And give her credit; she did it well. No pussy-footing around for her (yeah, pun intended); she'd just head-butt my face until I got up and got her some canned food.Ram is gone now, and so is the early-morning head-butt. I miss the simple honesty of it. Smudge has stepped up, but now the morning wake-up call involves meowing, rattling the blinds, sharpening claws on the night-table, and other passive-aggressive behaviors designed to get me (or Kristi) to feed him just to shut him up.
posted by MeanMrMustard @ 6:02 AM
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