The Awakening
I hate my cat so much sometimes.
He’s suddenly realized, after a year and a half of living, that he has a voice and is determined to make up for lost time. It’s always right when it’s starting to get light outside and he wants me to come open the blinds to the sliding patio door. The issue I have is that he has woken me up consistently while right on the cusp of an amazing dream. Last week I was in the middle of a jam session with Jimmy Page, SRV, and Jimi Hendrix and we were about to play Hey Joe. Albus fucked it up. On Monday I was about a minute away from completing the fastest lap in history on the Nürburgring. Albus decided to rehearse his soprano solo. This morning I had just figured out how to turn off the ESP in my newly purchased Maserati MC12 and was seconds away from transferring my rear tires to the pavement. Albus started playing his favorite game - damsel in distress.
My cat needs to man up.
