What's that Lassie? Timmy has fallen into the well?

Talk about being duped.

My cat is a solitary little beastie. She can be affectionate; she just chooses not to be most of the time. Don't get me wrong; she sleeps in with us, she wants to be patted on her little kitty head and "talks" to us. She just isn't a lap cat and fails in the cute interaction category.

That is why this morning set off my alarm bells.

Let me explain.

It was about six in the morning when she first popped her head over the side of my bed. She was dipping her head down towards mine, nose to nose, kitty concern written all over her feline brow. "Meow"?

I rolled over. After all, it was six'o'clock on Sunday. I can sleep in on the weekends. 'Nuff said about that.

She was persistent, however, which was a bit of a shocker and extremely out of character for her. Usually if things don't go her way, she instantaneously abandons her mission and pretends like she didn't really care if you noticed her or not. Cleaning her nether regions is the activity of choice at times such as these. Just enough to say, "See how little I care? I am cleaning my various parts! Ha!"

Back up on the bed, pacing, little chuffing noises, touching me with her nose. Very out of character.

By now, I was awake enough to let my mind start to wander...news stories of how the family cat woke everyone just in time to escape a horrible fire, tales of heroic animal persistence that ended up alerting the family to an earthquake just prior to it hitting, posts about the cat who predicted a child's seizure and subsequently saved the boy's life.

Now I was awake. Fully.

Feeling quite energized, I leaped out of bed and followed her fuzzy little feet down the hallway. To the ....kitchen. Perhaps there was a fire in there? Nope. Perhaps something was dreadfully amiss? Nope.

She was hungry.

Sometimes I hate my cat.

Happy weekend!

Theresa