Can’t it Wait until Morning?

Image: Princess, a seal-point ragdoll cat.  Text: I cried and cried, so pitifully, until Mum finally woke up.

Can’t it Wait Until Moring?

By Princess Cat

Hello Everyone,

Humans are the strangest creatures, don’t you think? Take my Mum for example. During the day, when I mostly just sleep and eat, Mum’s up. She’s writing things. She’s watching TV. She’s taking my doggy sister Fanta for a walk. She’s just constantly doing stuff when it’s sleeping time! Then at night, when it’s time to play, she and Fanta just both go to bed.

Sometimes, at night I need things, and it’s really hard to wake Mum up.

The other night, I had to cry pitifully for such a long time to wake her up. I cried and cried. Finally she woke up.

“Want to come up for a snuggle?” She asked.

I just cried.

“Has your fluffy mouse stopped moving? Do you need me to throw it along the hallway again, so you think it’s alive and will play with it?”

I cried some more and led her to the bathroom.

“Errrkkkk! What a smell! Someone, probably you, has pooped in your litter tray and you want it scooped, right?”

I rubbed against her leg, to tell her she was right.

“And you really think this couldn’t have waited until morning?”

I was a shocked kitty. Imagine just leaving a litter tray unscooped until morning!

Mum cleaned up my tray for me, grumbled a bit and went back to bed.

I went to play with my fluffy mouse for a while, thinking I really should have got her to shake it and throw it for me. Then I remembered something important! I had forgotten to thank Mum for cleaning up the litter tray! I couldn’t have her thinking I was an impolite kitty.

So I went back to the bedroom and yowled and yowled until Mum woke up again.

“What is it now?” She asked.

I put my head in her hand and snuggled, to say thank you. Mum rubbed my head and gave me some scritches. Then she said, “Are we all right now? Can I go back to sleep? Can this wait until morning?”

I purred, gave her one more smooch and went happily back to my mouse.

I played for a bit more, and then thought, I really loved Mum, even if she did want to be boring and sleep through play time. I really needed to tell her how much I loved her.

So I leapt up on the bed, burrowed my head into her face for a bit, then turned around, assumed sphinx position on her chest with my rump tucked under her chin.

Mum stroked me a bit, and then said, “I like snuggles too, but couldn’t this have waited until morning?” What a silly human she is! She was being so silly, that I sat on her head and looked out of the window for the rest of the night.

See you next time,

Princess Purrs.

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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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