A taste of her own medicine ...

Girl Cat, aka Levi, has developed a nasty habit this week of meowing incessantly between 5am and 6am. The sun is already up by then and I guess she believes I should be too.

After carrying on for ten minutes or so, I finally get up to make sure she isn't dying; and I am very aware that she's not. As I do, she skips with joy (literally has a jump in her step) down the hallway all the while purring with delight. What's going through my mind is, 'you'd better run cat because I am about to pound you'.

It's going on noon and pictured here is how I find her. I don't think so, cat! It's time for your rude awakening although it's a real shame it won't quite have the same effect.