ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW…

I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN...

 

Awwww, that’s not true, because I haven’t even gone to Kindy-garden yet. I’m still too little, but seriously, all I really need to know, I learned from my brother Hurricane!

Now, THAT’S true!

In the crack of dawn I recognize to get breakfast REAL early, because every now and then I get a slight rumbly in my tummy prior to the alarm buzzing. So, Hurricane taught me to plop myself down on Big Daddy or Nee Nee’s pillow. They’ll gaze at me to see who is disturbing their slumber then I swiftly give them a lickie-licky on their cheek. Yep, works every time; thanks for that tip big brother.

Next, he teached learned educated me on how to greet my family at the entry after their day out, which by the way, I don’t understand why they leave us. I’m certain if they knew what we get ourselves into during this time, they’d reconsider…HeeHee!

But whoever hears the ‘click’ of the door we hastily leap off the couch as if we had never been on it to begin with because really, we aren’t suppose to be on the sofa, so SHhhh, don’t tell anyone. Hurricane will grab a toy, any toy and I clutch my security string and we sprint to the back entrance. While Hurricane dances, knocks everyone over and smacks his tail into the wall with all his exuberance, I sit calmly like a lady, wait to be caressed and conversed with…ahhh, this feels marvelous!

I go behind everyone through the house, dodge in between their legs as we descend the stairs and nearly trip them, although I don’t mean to. I sit patiently and gawk for just a parcel of food and take a seat at the back door to go outside. But heck, no one ever lets ME go out to engage in recreation! DARN, but I’m still operating on that angle.

The most significant thing I’ve been trained to carry out if I want to claim a first-class spot to sleep, it is imperative I climb on the comforter as they are brushing their teeth and tucking Little Daddy into bed. They say prayers and sing so I have ample time to park myself right in the middle, bathe and feign sleep so no one will disturb me.

They utter, ‘awww, look at Angel-Kitty!’ so I keep my eyes closed while they scootch, scootch scotch ever so carefully under the covers to not disturb me from my slumber.

Ahhh, this is the life.

Thanks Hurricane for teaching loving me~