BC: before cat (Amber is her name).
Flop out of bed, stagger to kitchen. Make coffee. Open blinds. Sit with coffee and enjoy view. Stagger back to bedroom, get dressed. Search refrig’ for breakfast items. Time elapsed: 20 minutes.

AD: Amber domini.
Flop covers back: “Awoah. OWWW.” “Oh, sorry Amber, I didn’t know you were on the bed.” Stagger to kitchen:
“No, it’s too early for treats. NO.” “Wowhah…mmmm”. “I said NO, now get out of my way so I can reach the coffee pot.” “Mmmmm…moaw.” “Oh, alright, you can have treats.”
Open blinds so I, oops, so Amber can see out. “Look at the turkeys, Amber.” “Moaaw…woaaaa.” Relax with coffee to enjoy… “Amber, your tail is in my face. Hey, what do you think I am? A bridge?” “Hmmumpff.”
Give up on relaxing, back to bedroom to dress. “Amber, you’re sitting on my clothes. What? You want a love fest? Now?” “Ummm,waowwww…uuum.” “Alright, come cuddle. Good kitty.” Finally dressed.
“Let’s see. What’s for breakfast? Amber?? You’ve got plenty of dry food. You want your special canned food now? That comes later.” “Aooow…oooow.” “Later.” “Mmmm…mrwoo, mrwoo“. “Okay, if you insist.” Time elapsed: 60 minutes.

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4 Responses to MORNING ROUTINE

  1. Anonymous says:

    Too funny, gotta love the company!

  2. Jean Knapper #116 says:

    All of us cat lovers can relate. We have a timed automatic feeder for breakfast and dinner so Lola leaves us alone.

  3. Peggy Russell says:

    Isn’t it delightful to be owned by a cat ?!

  4. Anonymous says:

    Hi Jackie,
    After reading a number of your entertaining items I began to recognize your brand of humor and expression. I read a few more and then I found your mention of a Minnesota Christmas (I read it as Minnesota Winter brrr) I’m now 99.999999 % convinced that you are the Jackie who I shared a bedroom with when I was in eighth grade and you were in nursing school. It was a Minnesota summer ( a hot summer in a small attic room.) If any of this jogs a memory then we’ve got a connection and maybe l’ll hear from you. If not I’ll just figure you’re a writer who doesn’t read her critiques and I’m back where I started. No matter what, I’m happy knowing that there’s a Jackie out there enjoying a beautiful spot in Oregon. rosemary m

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