mama_kestrel

There is a feline conspiracy in this house. Note that I do not say "our house". That would imply human ownership, whereas I am coming to believe that they only let us think this is our house because it pleases them to do so.

When my alarm went off this morning, I was dragging. As many people will do, I hit the snooze button. Twice. Miss Silky saw me do it. I didn't think she was paying attention. Hah. Pure human foolishness. The second time, I put it on the bed, out of my own easy reach, and let my eyes close.

The next time I opened my eyes nearly an hour had passed, and I needed to be out the door in 15 minutes if I was to get everyone where they needed to be on time. What, my was my first panicked thought, had happened to my alarm? I knew I hadn't hit snooze again, but my phone screen said that it was snoozed, and had 5 minutes and some seconds remaining. So I watched as I gathered my clothes, and sure enough...the alarm gave the first vibrational buzz in preparation for its full cheerful obnoxiousness, and a tortoiseshell paw moved an inch, patted the screen in just the right spot, and silenced the gadget.

That cat is too smart of my own good.