I get up her each morning and when my mistress staggers out of the bedroom to put on coffee, I leap on the highchair. If I wake her early, say six, the pouncing on her toes doesn't always get her out of bed. Usually she kicks around her feet, which makes for a good game, and eventually wakes her enough that she heads for the kitchen. That's when I jump on the highchair and give her a couple of pokes in the back--which has her grumbling; I get my treats. She gives me a couple of different kinds, and if I'm savvy enough, I beg throughout the day and get several handfuls. She says it explains right on the package that they're not to replace catfood, but I'm bored with my cat food. She keeps buying the type for indoor cats--greens, ha!--I'd rather eat the houseplants.
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