In the wee hours of the morning.. And I mean wee! Before any kind of light was even considering peeking into the gloom of a rather stormy night.. I’m talking early people! Like, no early birds even stirring from their comfy tree hammocks (well how do YOU think they manage to sleep up there without falling out of the tree?) Not even an early worm starting to squirm! Are you picking up with I’m laying down here? Ok then.. Where was I?
In the wee hours of the morning, my slumber was disturbed by the motorboat sound that can only be my sweet baby boy Leo purring. With a soft smile on my face I reach out to pet my darling boy who’s obviously so ready to be pet that he’s in pre-purr mode.
I feel... nothing. Ok, even though it’s dark dark dark, I crack open one weary eyeball so I can try to locate my sweetie, perhaps I can at least make out his form in the inky-ness. He has to be close, just listen to that motorboat purr! And I haven’t even touched him yet!
Do you know what my one groggy eyeball sees? Betrayal! Betrayal most foul!
My darling boy is NOT standing by me for pets, purring in anticipation.. No, he’s dancing around like a moonling and fair BEGGING his daddy to pet him!
"My cat!" I try to yell but it comes out more like a moan than anything else as both of my eyes open to this awful duplicity. And I can see it clearly by the hall light which Greg has turned on as he gets ready for work far earlier than normal. (A change in hours for a month while a coworker is home with his new baby)
"Isn’t it funny," my betraying husband says upon seeing that I’ve been waken by his infamy, "He won’t have anything to do with me downstairs, but every morning he begs for my attention."
EVERY morning?? EVERY! This treachery happens every stinkin’ day??? I’m stabbed to the heart! And the worst of this is... Leo never lets me pet and snuggle him upstairs... He won’t even sleep next to my feet because I move too much, no, he lays on Greg’s side!
Downstairs, he NEEDS my touch, lays on MY chest so I can’t breath, sleeps between MY feet on the Royal Footstool, pushes MY laptop away so he can have my undivided attention! But upstairs, he has more of a "I know you love me, just keep your grabby hands on your side of the bed, k?" kind of attitude to me.
But this, this is going TOO far! "That’s my cat!" I mutter with a little more clarity.
"Take him. I’m trying to get ready for work here."
"Come here Leo, come on baby," I cajole. Nothing. "Oh Lee-o Oooo" I chorus, sounding like the guards singing their way back into the castle in The Wizard of Oz, which he normally comes to.
He takes a few steps closer and gives me a perfunctory sniff, but before I can do more than reach out, he’s gone back to Greg and I barely got a touch of the ends of his feathery tail furs..
Betrayal. I say it again: Be-tray-al!
I go back to sleep, suffering from sever furry neglect and depression.
Ok, I have not been sleeping well for a while. No sooner does the clock hit 8am and the calls start. Political calls, surveys, and just for fun, thirteen bajillion insurance companies! Seems some woman put my phone number on a website saying she wants medical insurance so please call! Do you KNOW how many insurance companies are out there?? Do you know how many are RUDE when you tell them they have the wrong number or have been duped by this woman named Teresa Espsosa?
What I’m saying is, I’m not sleeping great and as you know, my ‘morning’ never starts before noon so that’s at least four hours for these people to bug me in my ‘night!’
But today, today I did not get any calls! No one bugged me! No one told me how I should vote. No one wanted me to do a ‘short’ survey that in actuality takes seventy five hours to finish because they have to keep repeating things so I can understand their accent, the duplicitous wording of the questions, and hear them over the loud voices of their fellow workers!
So I slept the sleep of the betrayed, yet undisturbed. Then I get up and go downstairs and find the reason for this.
Love. Love and understanding from a very unexpected place.
Star, the little girl so fully devoted to her daddy that she’d rather tear my arm off than look at me, (unless he’s not home, then I MUST pet her in the exact manner as she wants for exactly how long she wants or it’s the claw for me!) has done me a great favor!
She’s knocked the phone off the hook. And not only that, but she’s dragged it half way across the room and made sure the handset is far from the body so that it cannot even attempt to settle back into the cradle!
Now is that the sweetest thing ever? At least SOMEone loves me...
I do love you, mommy, most of the time. Now make over with the Temptations!
I do too love you! I just likes to choose when I shows it.. Fancy Feast please?