Normally, my day begins around 5 a.m. Between feeding, breakfast, dressing, and the morning commute, it is just easier to start so early. This means that everyone on the place is ready to eat no later than 5:30 -- especially Monsuier Wookie. And, of all the folks, he is the one who is most vocal if things are not kept on his stomach's schedule.
All week I have slept in, hoping to rid myself of the plague, and so, the Mister has run interference, keeping everyone's stomach content. This morning, though, he was as tired as I and stayed in bed.... until Wookie decided he was going to eat. No If Ands Or Buts.
He started his attack by standing on my hip.
He barked (yes, Maine Coons bark: "Meh!")
He walked up to my face and gently patted it with his paw. He patted again, not so gently, but got no response.
He put his nose to mine and barked again.
He pulled the covers down from my chin and barked yet again.
He turned around and struck me in the face with his very large, bushy tail.
He barked a little more insistantly.
Much to his dismay, I turned over, completely ignoring his pleas. After all, I am in charge, right?
This insult was more than he could stand.
Jumping over my head, he burrowed under the covers and stuck his nose under my night shirt.
Needless to say, he won.
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