the kitten chronicles - part 148

Rooney is sleeping on the job. His position as co-alarm clock at the Casa Big Cat is in serious jeopardy. Here's how a typical morning at the house should work. The Big Cat lies in bed in a heap moaning softly and regretting his birth and his activities from the night before. This ends abruptly at around 6:45 when there is scratching at the door. A clear signal that the day must begin now. Staggering to the door the Big Cat opens it and is immediately greeted by the boys who charge past him into the forbidden
bedroom. "Morning, gentlemen" the Big Cat moans to his young charges as he gingerly makes his way down the stairs. The lads quickly have a few nail-sharpening exercises on the carpet and then run down the stairs trying to beat the Big Cat to the living room. This is no contest. They win every time. But horrors! Rooney has been late to his morning duties for three days now. I open the door, Rufus is there. And hearing the door open, Rooney charges up the stairs playing catch-up. Late again. Is he up all night chewing stray plastic utensils? Partying with his stuffed squirrel? Maybe he's just all tuckered out from planning the endless sneak attacks on his brother? Clearly 23 hours of sleep a day isn't enough for our black and white friend. Rufus just shakes his head. "You can't soar with the eagles in the morning if you've been wallowing with the pigs all night, brother", purrs Rufus. A valuable lesson here, one even the Ol' Big Cat could profit from learning. xxx dad