My Fuzzy Alarm Clock

Reese, my fuzzy alarm clock, allowed me a gracious 19 minutes of sleeping in this morning... and who says animals can't tell time? She is a remarkably consistent and insistent cat, let me tell you. Because waking up isn't all I must do. And no, I can't just feed her, either. I must also sit at the computer for a while and take a shower. After my shower, it's Reese time: she waits on the bath mat for me every morning for 10 minutes of pets and attention. If she doesn't get that, well, she's in a baaaad mood for the whole day. Readers of other blogs will know Reese, but just in case, here's a pic:

See how happy she looks being posed? I got at about the age of 1.5 years, about 1.5 years ago, from a small Toronto rescue group who took up the challenge of finding homes for cats when the North York SPCA closed. Hard to believe in a city of millions that an SPCA closed down! I found her on PetFinder, simply narrowing down the city and the choice of animal. As a child, I had dogs and dogs and dogs. As an adult in the city, I've had cats and cats and cats. Can't wait until I am some old biddy out in the country... horses maybe? Remind me one day to tell you about the donkey...

I just looked beside me, and there she is, staring at me. If I ignore her long enough, she will tap my elbow. If I keep ignoring her, she'll bite my chair. Don't believe me? Look at this:

Hmmm... looks like I have to dust, too!

-- Sue