That Morning

I awoke with a start at 7:15. The manual alarm clock had stopped at 2:30. Piece of crap. My dad always talks about his uncanny ability to wake up ay any given time he chooses without an alarm, although I always suspected a backup was in place just in case. Today, heredity was on my side.

The cats are wondering why I'm so STUPID, forgetting to feed them! Duncan is scratching on the post. He never used to do that! Good thing he's getting a good scratch in today! I think I might put him on the counter a couple of times so he can jump down one last time.

I bought myself a battery operated toothbrush, thinking it would distract me. It's purple. A purple, noisey wiggly toothbrush. Duncan popped up on the sink to inspect it and promptly smacked it. It's too loud, he decided.

The weatherman says to stay at home today, the storms are going to be bad this morning. I wish I could stay home today. But we have to go get the bad-dog cancer removed.

(No offense to dog owners. We named the cancer something he doesn't like, which happens to be dogs.)