If I only was a cat...

doodoo doo doo dodoo....(sung to the tune of If I Only Had A Brain)

If I were a cat...say a Siamese cat...I could recover from yesterday's hours long blog reading/commenting-palooza by snuggling into a cushy comfy laundry basket in the sun, while letting my sore back, fatigued eyes and cramped fingers recover. Wait...I wouldn't have fingers. I'd have little nubby things on my paws. And no thumbs. How would I hit the space bar???!!!

Nosleepus Siamesus Nermalus Specimen

Those were the thoughts going through my head when I dared to wake him trying to remove dry towels from the dryer. How rude of me...he is trying to sleep. For those not aware of my plight: Nermal doesn't let me sleep. Why? He feels like going out onto the lanai and seeing what's doing out there. And once he's out...well...there's not much going on so he'd like to come back in now. Right now. And this is our fun little overnight routine as previously chronicled. I'm exhausted. It's like having a newborn in the house.

Siamese Stretch...

Needless to say the irony of him being annoyed by me going about my daily duties, which might wake him from his catnaps, is not lost on me.

Our conversation went a little like this:

Me:"dum,de,dum...doin' laundry..."

Nermal: perks his head up and glares at me from laundry basket (glares aren't as glary when they're done with adorably crossed eyes)

Me:"oh, I'm sorry buddy...were you TRYING TO SLEEP?"

Nermal: glares at me with one eye

Me:"isn't it just soooo RUDE when you're trying to sleep but SOMEONE won't let you?"

Nermal: closes both eyes and ignores me until I leave

I'm ignoring you...

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