TheBanyanTree: Every Morning

[Julie Anna Teague]

I love this!  Funny, we have an Alarmcat model as well.  There is a 
strict order to things in her world, and they involve first getting us 
up at 6:20, almost on the dot, with slight variation for the seasons, 
although dark or light, she rarely strays five minutes from either side 
of 6:20.  There is a spoonful of tuna with her name on it, followed by 
left over cereal milk or maybe a lick of maple syrup and yogurt, and 
she is beside herself with anticipation.  I love a happy little critter 
in the morning.

Julie



Quoting Roger Pye <pyewood at pcug.org.au>:

> (Eight months have passed since the kittens joined us. I think they
> will always be 'the kittens'! As in 'The Kittens Are Hungry'
> Woodstock tells us three times a day (breakfast, dinner and supper
> times) without them lifting a paw themselves.)
>
> Every morning the Alarmcat wakes us some time between 6 am and 7.30
> depending on the season or the amount of light coming through the
> windows. The Alarmcat = Caspar the black cat named after one of the
> Wise Men, black all over except for the largest golden eyes
> imaginable, a plumber in a former life (drinks water by dipping a paw
> in the bowl and lifting it to her mouth, sleeps on occasion in the
> bathroom sink etc) and terrified of storms - but nothing else.
> Certainly not kittens.
>
> Backing up the paw lightly stroking my face is a drumming noise from
> the laundry and, separately, a bokking/clattering sound from the
> garden. I get up, put slippers on and trundle off to the kitchen. The
> indoor companions all get dry food. Hills science diet biscuits
> (senior) go into Caspar's yellow dish on the freezer, Advance small
> breed dog biscuits into Miss Ruby's silvery dish on the floor. Whilst
> they're eating I put Whiskas junior cat biscuits into a double blue
> dish on the floor. When the Yorkie exits stage right I open the
> laundry door, the drumming of paws on it is curtailed and two bundles
> of tabbiness pour into the kitchen heading for the blue dish.
> Woodstock briefly follows until I put his magnesium free senior
> biscuits in his green dish and close the door so he may eat in peace,
> as deserves the patriarch.
>
> When they've finished the biscuits they all get a little milk though
> Woodstock blatantly and Caspar surreptitiously both leave a bit of it
> for 'the kittens'.
>
> Then I go outside and liberate the four Isa Brown chooks!
>
> roger
>