#jumping monster

He can open the drawer on the coffee table.  He figured out how to balance on the stairway railing just to prove he could do it.  He sits quietly on my lap while I’m on my computer and watches the screen and I am frightened by what that could mean.  

This all set the stage for this morning.  I have one of this wake-up light alarm clocks that slowly gets brighter for a half-hour before your set alarm before finally making a sound--in my case, birds chirping.  Whether it’s by their own internal clock or something to do with the alarm clock, usually about five to ten minutes before the alarm clock goes off, the cats wake me up.

Except for this morning, where they decided that 5:30 was an a+ plus time for a wake up call.  So I kicked them out of the bedroom.  I kicked the orange tabby out first because she was being annoying and I’m trying to teach her that this behavior isn’t acceptable in the middle of the night.  Then the gray tabby got the boot too for gnawing on my finger.  

Right after I kick him out, I hear birds chirping in the hallway.  For Christmas my mom got them a bird toy that chirps when they wack it.  Immediately upon getting kicked out, he went and got the one toy that mimics the sound that’s supposed to wake me up in the morning and started playing with it right outside my bedroom.