Conversations at 5:30

[truepenny]

UNDERFOOT CAT: OH THANK GOD YOU'RE FINALLY UP.
ME: Good morning to you, too.
CATZILA: we are perishing of starvation
UNDERFOOT CAT: PERISHING UTTERLY.
ME: It's 5:30 in the morning. You have never once in your entire spoiled-rotten little lives been fed at 5:30 in the morning.
UNDERFOOT CAT: I'm sorry, did you not hear me? PERISHING. UTTERLY.
CATZILLA: besides it's lunch-time in Paris
ME: . . . Paris, France?
CATZILLA: le chat est adorable
UNDERFOOT CAT: Q.E.D., dude. Where's our breakfast?

Comments

[jamethiel]

My two actually sit on my chest/shoulder/back and paw at my face with juuuuust enough claw to wake me up should I dare sleep past 6am.

[heresluck]

It's sort of a relief to know that the shenanigans around here will be a case of plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. :D

[jackdaniel.livejournal.com]

Thankfully no 5:30am wake up calls, but I recently bought this shirt (http://www.teeturtle.com/products/pay-attention-to-me) because it is exactly what my cat does when I'm working.

[libskrat]

Yeeeeeeeep, this is our Lancelot.

We don't dare complain, because the little feline jerkface DISAPPEARED FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS and we were devastated.

He's back now. And 5:30 is breakfast time.

[pixel39.livejournal.com]

I just got back from 10 days abroad. I walked into the house, was sniffed desultorily, and then all three of them beelined into the kitchen and sat on the rug where I usually stand to dish out the gooshy, and stared at me.