My cat woke me up at 3:00 am this morning to have me play with her. I thought I was in a deep slumber when I heard her loud meows. I think when you get a cat it becomes the same as if you have a baby. You hear every noise they make. So, of course I thought something was wrong. Was the house on fire? Was someone knocking at the door? No, it was Tuxedo, yelling for me to wake up to play.
I wanted to pinch her, but that wouldn’t have been nice. I just stared at her hoping I would hypnotize her into going back to sleep. Didn’t work. She then shoved her favorite toy mouse at me, right in my face. That same, ratty, chewed up mouse I thought I had hidden from her. I knew I should have thrown it away.
She kept pushing it in my face until I played fetch with her. I threw the mouse off the bed, she went after it, and then brought it back to me. Then after about fifteen minutes, she had her fill of playing. She was ready for me to cuddle her in my arms. She also kept lifting her head for me to kiss her. She loves it when I kiss her on her head while I hold her in my arms.
Once she was satisfied with her time with me, she got out of my arms and went to bed. She is so spoiled, but I love her. I can’t help myself.
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