Hi! Sam here this morning! Mom said I could tell you about my morning ritual that has been going on every morning without fail for 6 years.
First I wake up Mom with very droolin’ kisses. Somehow I learned that actually pressing my droolie lips to her face and holding them there just like a human was the way to go. I start on her cheek, then move to her eye lids and then, smack dab on her lips with mine. That gets her up every time. If she doesn’t move fast enough, I part my lips and use my teeth to grab her lip and well…she’s not too happy about that one.
Then it’s time for breakfast downstairs. Lucy runs like the wind down the steps and beats everyone to the kitchen. I take my time and take only one step for each that Mom takes. If she stops, I stop; if she starts moving faster, so do I. I think she thinks it’s a game because she always starts giggling. If she backs up a step, so do I. Drives me crazy.
To the kitchen and she fills my dry fuds dishes with my Fancy Feast Gold. Then the wonderful sound of the ‘pop’ of the can top and I know breakfast is very close. I start to drool up again. Oh boyyyy, here come the plates! Lucy showed me that it’s much better to have the plates in the middle of the kitchen floor because you can see from all sides. Mom wasn’t thrilled with this discovery but she finally gave in when we whined enough.
After we eat, we head straight to the litter box and take turns. We yell very loudly for Mom to come and scoop right away. She is so well trained that we’ve almost decided to teach classes or write a book, “How to Litter Train Your Mom”.
Now it’s MY turn for MY special fun. I run upstairs and get my brown/white mouse. As I’m carrying it down the steps, I begin yelling, all the while with it in my mouth. Yes, I am a ventriloquist! At the bottom of the stairs, I drop it and begin to scream at it in case it decides to move. I get so loud that Lucy runs to see what the matter is. Then she sees and just shrugs and walks off. Next I go back upstairs to get the other mouse, Lucy’s mouse (well, it used to be mine, too). I do the same thing with that one. Now that they are downstairs, I can take them to each room with me later on. That makes me very happy and I think it’s good organization for the day.
Then it is time for a nap from all the morning work, so I go back upstairs and grab that warm spot on the bed before Mom can get there and try to make the bed. Most times I lose and have to move but sometimes, just sometimes, I win…..
Mom said to tell you that the most amazing thing about me is that I take both mousies back upstairs at the end of the day and and then scream at them again to let them know “DO NOT MOVE”. Then I put them back into my wicker toy basket. Most of the time they make it, but sometimes one is only near it. I’m sure that one moved. I’m sure of it!!
(dictated to Lucy for typing on the Underwood typewriter)