Thursday, February 18, 2016

Feline Logic

Whenever my wife needs to leave early, jury duty today for instance, she tries to be as quiet as possible, but her efforts are in vain. As soon as the damned cat has finished breakfast she considers it her bounden duty to use her feline wiles to get my lazy ass out of the bed.

Her breath usually smells like dead fish at that point, so the experience is not as much fun as it might be.

Why she needs me out of my bed is unclear, because the minute I am up she curls up in her bed and goes to sleep.

1 comment:

bruce said...

Maybe it's on orders from Kathy? Or she's just checking to see if her feline super powers are intact. Or you could says there is no logic to feline logic. None we can see anyway.

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