If you’ve read my blog, you know that the Crankee Yankee and I have five cats; yup—FIVE. If you have a cat you know how they have their own ways of getting you up every morning. The one that will really wake you up is when you hear that “huka-huka” sound cats make that can only mean that in the next second you are going to have to clean up some cat puke. To be fair, ours don’t do it on purpose, but then again they don’t think to run to the toilet, lift the lid and puke in there.
One of our cats, Bailey, has become the town cryer. When he feels that the Crankee Yankee and I should get up out of bed in the middle of the night (as in last night) to see what the cats are up to. As I’ve always said, they don’t have little kitty watches on to see what time it is to start getting us humans up, and even if they did, they would simply ignore the time anyway.
This morning was no exception; Bailey howled for no special reason except to get us up out of bed while it was still dark out. Although I’ve never caught him doing this, I really do think that Bailey actually knows what time it is. In his little kitty mind, we humans are only around to feed, water and groom the cats, and make sure that there are plenty of toys for them to play with.
Frankly I am not at all surprised that our cats know what time it is; it’s not the worst thing that cats can do. At least we don’t have a cat who willfully uses the telephone, like the cat who somehow dialed some poor sucker in Amsterdam. Go figure; only a cat would do that.
I am hoping that none of our cats decide to make phone calls.