Every morning when I shut off my alarm clock, and stumble slowly to the bathroom, feeling my way through the dark hallway to the light switch, I always feel like I am being watched. And indeed, I always am.
By whom you may ask?? By my cats. All of them, watching and waiting, and I always imagine laughing and snickering at my blind stumbling, taking bets on how long it will take me to make it to the bathroom, down the hall, without tripping.
And while I seriously have my doubts about the sincerity of some of my cats' affections (I think some of them only love me for the free food and rub-downs), I can always rely on my Maximo to be there meowing and smiling when I finally wake up in the mornings.
*Here he is in all his glory, waiting and watching for me to come visit before I start getting ready...
Come on, you just can't deny this kind of devotion ;). I mean, without his running alongside the edge of the counter while I get ready, rubbing against my black shirts (and it's always only the black ones- that then have to be shaken or rubbed with a lint roller) or even sitting on my makeup, I would seriously doubt the validity of my mornings.
He's my lil' chunky monkey and I wouldn't trade him for anything :). I hope everyone is having a good weekend so far...
2 comments:
So funny Kaitlyn!! I was chuckling so hard when I read it :) And so true, Maxie is like your baby,the way he dotes on you!
hahaha! oh my gosh baloney! You are so witty! I feel the same way in the mornings...except Maximo tends to dote on you more. haha. LOVE this post! :D
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