Life is better with pets? It's certainly more humorous....

Mornings with my crew of cats can be interesting. At least 2 of them insist on being on the counter, with Yum usually underfoot. I don't understand how a cat could have this magnetic attraction in his tail to know when to swish it and place it exactly where your foot is coming down! It's a rough way to wake up in the morning..... Who needs an alarm clock? Needless to say those abrupt and "startling" yeowls and screams aren't good for the husband's blood pressure (mine either for that matter) and tends to make him cranky. So you learn to shuffle your feet and get creative about putting contact lenses in with a counter full of furry beasts, who by the way if you put them down, will run out one door and quickly come in the other and back up on the counter before you can get the lens case open. I believe they think that by being pests it will get them fed that much sooner. These hurry up antics can include peeking around the shower curtain to make sure you haven't drowned so that they will still get breakfast. And if the checking on you in the shower determines that you are just lollygagging in the shower the other who is still on the counter starts knocking small important things off, like lens cases, combs, other sundry and small items, and then gets down to carry them off somewhere. It's a conspiracy! And while humorous, it can be a bit challenging! Certainly gets your brain working in the mornings.

And then there was this morning a bit of humor on my husband. He gets every other Friday off, and had intended to sleep in this morning. HA! He had gotten up to answer the call of nature and as he was shuffling back to bed,  Djinn, our Russian Blue, decided that he would race into the room, run across the bed, and jump over to my dresser to grab my husband to get his attention. Well, for the most part it might have worked, except that as he was in leaving the bed for the dresser, he collided with my husband. Startling wake up call for both there. Husband had to chuckle because Djinn just sat on the floor looking totally befuddled and a "what the hell happened?" look on his face.

Djinn is also the bathroom counter item thief, and the most inconspicuous imp in the household. Oh he looks cute and innocent, but believe me he is an instigator.



Then when you are finally dressed, and ready to head downstairs, you must make sure there is a light on. Otherwise you are running the moving obstacle course blind. And the cats won't go downstairs until they know for certain you are right there with them. Never dull round our place, no siree.

Then there is the grabbing snipers. One of my previous cats taught the others this lovely trick. Find someplace to perch at least human waist height or above them. Then as the unsuspecting human goes by, and they think they should be paid homage by that human, a fully weaponized (paw with switchieblades extended) will grab you. And they are good at this law of grabbity, and snagging the most sensitive place they can that will elicit the most exciting reactions. So, unless I am very very distracted, I have learned to watch ahead for grabbers.
However, I do have to say that bedtime is nice with the cats, especially in the winter as they all cuddle and purr you to sleep. The husband laughs and says I am a purr addict, and I certainly don't deny it.

For all the challenges, I wouldn't be without them, Love them all and they do return it. So anyone who says animals don't have personalities or only know what you teach them, I would probably invite them to spend time with my crew. :o)