Well, I like to sleep past 5:20 a.m., TYVM.
I wake up to a single point of one tiny little Ginsu claw sticking in my ear just above my ear lobe on the outer edge. OMG!
I yell “OW!”.
I look at Kitteh and she has a little smirk. Her head tilts and her pretty little almond shaped eyes, lined in black and highlighted by buff colored fuzz surrounding them are saying….ha ha ha…now get up and feed me! (as if she would starve with her bowl of crunchy food there to tide her over between canned food breakfast and dinner)
So I go smear some antibiotic ointment on the piercing, drag myself into the kitchen and serve my GITMO University of Torture graduate her breakfast.
Usually she’ll have knocked everything off the side table to get me up before she resorts to physical violence, including the small cup of water she usually knocks over onto me….but nope, not today.
Today was meanness day. No fair warning. Nothing.
Did I get back to sleep? Heck no. What is she doing right now? SLEEEEEPING!!! grrrrrrr!@!