I let mom sleep in today, even though it was the first snow of the season and I was dying to get outside and play catch with some snowballs. (Of course, when I finally did get outside, the “snow” was more like squirrel dandruff than snow…grrr!) I thought it best to let mom sleep in because it’s her birthday today, which the cats started celebrating at about 5 am. I’m not sure why the cats can’t figure out that we’re supposed to nap during the day and sleep at night. Their early morning prowling always makes me cranky.
Anyway, the celebrations started with Charlie hacking up a hairball for mom. He missed the bed, but just barely. I thought that was cause to celebrate. Mom just stumbled around in the dark, grumbling. Next in line was Baby, who ate her breakfast too fast and spit it all back up. Days like today is why mom buys paper towels in bulk. Jack saved his gift for last: a freshly caught mousie. Not sure where the mousie came from because me and the cats haven’t seen so much as a whisker inside the house for the last few weeks, but somehow Jack found one and brought it to mom…in bed.
Well, he tried to. I know mom does *not* want mousies in our bed. She has been very clear on that point. So when I saw what Jack was about to do, I growled—softly at first, because I knew mom had just finally fallen asleep again, but I had to get louder and louder because Jack can be a stubborn old tom. Jack finally got the hint. Unfortunately, mom was awake by then.
When she let me out, I raced around, hopeful I could find the perfect gift for mom. I tried to scoop up some snow and bring her a snowball, because she laughs when she throws them for me. I figured she must like them, right? So I was surprised when she made me drop the snow before coming inside. Granted, it was more dirt than snow, but I had to work with what I had. So then I tried bringing her my favorite toy, but she kept throwing it and making me go run after it—yes, that was fun and I might have gotten a little side-tracked from my goal, but not the point!
Now me and my dirty wet paws are all curled up on mom’s pillow, keeping it warm for her for when she decides to come snuggle with me, but I’m still struggling to come up with the perfect gift. Any ideas?