So, last night I couldn’t sleep. It was muggy and hot here, and I just couldn’t get comfortable. I finally got up around 12:30 and checked email and puttered around on the internet. About 1:30, I hear husband get up. He stands in the bedroom doorway and informs me, “Even though you are up and closer to the door, Junior just hopped on the bed to wake me to ask to go out.”
Silly cat. HE KNOWS I GOT UP. He was sitting in the window in the bedroom and watched me leave! He knows I know how to open the door. But does he come and meow or ask me? No. He has to wake husband and ask HIM to open the door.
Then this morning at 7, right as I got up, it started raining. I looked out and there was Junior sitting under a bush. “It’s raining, kitten! What are you doing out in the rain?”
He looked up from his huddle as if to say, “That’s why I’m under this tree.”
“It’s not raining at all inside,” I told him. “Get in here.”
Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with that cat. He finally made a dash for the door. Silly cat.
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