There are few times in life when I wish I had a video camera but this morning definitely would've been one of them.
Timeline:
11:31 p.m. - finish reading the first chapter of "Blessed Unrest" by Paul Hawken and wander around the house to find Lu's chosen resting spot for the night (there are several preferred spots, none of which seem to be the foot of the bed anymore.) :(
11:32 p.m. - after checking the living room floor, the kitty bed by the slider, and master bedroom closet, I happily find Lu in her latest domain, tucked behind three rolls of wrapping paper and my file boxes under my desk. It's dark, it's private, and I can't reach her, making this an ideal place to bed down. I "fluff" her goodnight, since I can't reach her head for a peck on the nose, and go to sleep.
? a.m.- Lu calmly sits on the bed table and plays with my hair barrette until I respond. She has been doing this consistently between 4:55 and 5:05 a.m., finally restoring her wondrous alarm clock powers that have been MIA for the past two year.
We traipse down the stairs, she with eager meows powered by anticipation of flaky wet protein of some mysterious origin and I gripping the stair rail for dear life, since I am technically still sleeping. After taunting her by holding the 3 oz. can of "Fancy Feast White Meat Chicken Florentine in a delicate sauce with garden greens"*
under her nose for a few seconds, I rip up the pull-top and dump the soppy mess in her dish. I glance at the microwave. It's 4:01. So she can't actually tell time.
*how do they fit all that on a 3 oz. can?
5:00 a.m.- realizing her gaffe Lu attempts to wake me up by playing with the barrette on the bedside table again, EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS ALREADY EATEN. The stack of library books teeter threateningly on the edge, and of course my glasses are already in their normal post-Lu position of "way under the bed where I can't reach!" This is the point in the day (most especially when that day is a Sunday) when Lu is banished to the upstairs bathroom! Therein are a litter box, a water bowl, a soft rug and most importantly, the room has a door far enough away from our room that we can't hear the scratching. This part is crucial, as I've never had a home with this particular quality. I contemplate leaving the light on for her, think about global warming, and switch it off. I cannot fall back asleep, and consider getting up for the day. I do not.
8:51 a.m. - Wake up realizing that I meant to go to a 9:00 a.m. yoga class, realize I cannot make it, and decide to rescue the Lu from the loo instead. This is where the morning becomes eclectic. Luna is beyond grateful for my rescue, and fawns over me by wrapping herself around my legs and rubbing her chin on my feet. I basked in the attention (since it's pretty much all you're gonna get from this independent kitty) and scooped her up. We went into the sunny 3rd bedroom- or yogakitty room.
Lu was really entertaining; chasing her tail, somersaulting after it and dive-bombing the carpet, just having a grand time. Then she located her catnip pillow inside the kitty cave crinkle tunnel and retrieved it, then just went crazy attacking and rolling around with it on the floor. She bit and clawed, dug and swished that tail like crazy. She rolled back and forth on the carpet, and pulled herself across the floor lying down and using her claws and grips. Later, she sacked out on the pile of blankets I was sorting from our storage retrieval adventure yesterday.
Happy Sunday!