Even though I'm feeling better, I'm not feeling 100%, and yet Loki (gimpy mutant paw suck up) still insists on attacking me. This picture is the Loki eye view as he keeps me in his radar prior to the run, attack, pounce.
You would think that after I've severely yelled at him and flashed my pretty teeth that he would understand that I don't like my tail touched, let alone grabbed, yanked, and pulled on. He keeps doing it though, and laughs afterwards as he flits away with his mutant paw. Dork.
This morning I freaked the human woman out by not waking her at the usual 5am. We overslept. Sometimes its good to oversleep because the human woman jumped up at 6:30am all freaked out and checked to make sure I was breathing. hehehe. I may let her sleep in again tomorrow, but then the next day I'll wake her up at 3am.
Well, at any moment the human woman will get up and anounced pill-pill (moron double speak). Last night I happily pranced into the kitchen, sat all pretty and let her shove that gargantuan pill down my throat and waited for my tasty goodie... and none came. Um, excuse me? That's the deal here. I sit pretty and get a pill shoved down my throat and I get a tasty goodie. Something about bland diet, which explains the bland food in my kong, the bland food at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and the bland and unfair no bed-bed (lord help me) treats.
Maybe I'll wake her up at 2am instead.
(bland food anyone?)