Pillow Talk

The problem with weekends is that your internal clock is still on the work day time line.
Unless I am sick, I usually wake up between 6Am and 7Am, seven days a week.
Not fair!
Some weekends I feel lazy and just want to sleep for an extra hour.
That never works.
For the most part I wake up at my regular time.
Today was no exception. I was awake shortly after 6Am but wasn't ready to get out of bed right away. I fluffed my pillow, changed position and closed my eyes.....for about 3 minutes, then opened them knowing I was not going to back to sleep. Hmmm........ I didn't want to get up. I was toasty warm under my blanket and the room was icy cold (furnace turned way down and window open a crack year round) and it wasn't completely light outside so my room was still fairly dark. Mind you, having blinds that are designed to keep out daylight helps too. Anyway, I had the perfect conditions for sleeping except that I was wide awake. What's a girl to do? I was too lazy to turn on the light and grab a book to read. I didn't want to turn on the radio for fear of waking up Hubby John, next door, who had finally stopped coughing and was getting some much needed sleep, and I was feeling too darn lazy to crawl out of my toasty warm bed and officially start my day. Sigh.... But then I heard it.....a tiny little squeak....Baby Cat Oscar.....where was he? Lifting my head without letting cold air get under the blankets, I could just make out his chubby outline at the very bottom end of the bed. Using my best coaxing voice and keeping it to a whisper I called him. "Hey Baby Cat....come see mom!" There was no answer. Hmmm, maybe he was more asleep than I thought. Speaking a bit louder, in order to wake him up, I called out, "Oscar, come here, come on Baby Cat, come see mom." Still no response. I was thinking how nice it must be nice to be able to sleep like the dead. And then I thought... "Oh, no! Maybe he's not sleeping....maybe something has happened to him. Maybe he is sick or.... dead. Eww....not on the bed Baby Cat! So I called loudly this time..."Oscar...come on...come see mom....Baby Cat come here....come see mom... Baby Cat wake up.....NOW! There was no movement from the bottom of the bed so I sat up to crawl down to check him out when I heard it...........the sound of Velcro being ripped open...coming from the hall way.....along with the noise of a cat complaining about being disturbed. That would be Baby Cat Oscar walking up the stairs while complaining that his food dish has not been filled yet. Hmmm.......if Baby Cat is not in my room, then what the heck is on the end of my bed? Dhuh......turns out it was one of my round log pillows.......silly me. I need to start taking my glasses upstairs at night so I can see what I am doing in the morning. Baby Cat Oscar came into my room complaining and sounding like Velcro (his nails will be trimmed today) and crawled up onto the bed and laid down beside me for his morning pets and scratches. I scratched behind his ears, rubbed his belly and, with him purring loudly in my ear, told him all about my day coming up. It was nothing special, just another normal morning, well maybe a bit different with that extra pillow talk.

All was right with the world again.

I saw the funniest thing today driving back to work from the bank, while on my lunch hour. I had my side window open to gulp in lung-fulls of fresh air and was slowly driving down one of the side streets when I heard the distinct call of a robin. It was one pissed off sounding robin and he seemed to be venting at any and all who were within hearing range. I pulled over to see what I was missing. The robin in question was hopping back and forth on top of a wooden fence. It was screaming and was not a happy camper. A sparrow landed close by and it too started to chirp very loudly. You could hear other birds in the area returning the shrill cries. What had happened? Had a fledgling fallen out of a nest? Was there an injury? No, none of these. A beautiful gold cat came sauntering out of the back yard. It appeared that the cat got put out the house for a bit of fresh air and was stomping around in the robins feeding area. The cat could have cared less about all the fuss it was causing. It came around the fence, sat down, looked up at the birds and started grooming itself. The screaming chirps continued until the cat stood up, stretched, looked up at the birds and with a flick of it's tail sauntered slowly to the front porch of the house where it promptly claimed a large pool of sunshine to sleep in. Once the cat was out of range, the robin and the sparrow both landed in the grass and began looking for dinner. The cat, still hogging the sunshine, turned over and stretched out, looked at me, closed it's eyes and went back to sleep. All was right with the world again.