Okay, this is frightening. One of Paula's cats is named Lucky (saved from a KFC dumpster in Wytheville a few years ago, thus the name). Lucky has gotten in the habit of following me into the bathroom in the morning when I get out of bed (we'll skip over that part) and then into my office, where he annoys me for a while and then leaves to annoy Paula.
Every morning.
Here's the frightening part. Regular readers know that I get up and get ready for the dawn of a new day around 4 am. Well, Lucky knows it too. Yesterday morning he jumped up on the bed and sat on my chest at exactly 4:00. This morning he must have taken a misguided detour through the dining room or something, delaying his arrival, but he still jumped up and sat on my back at 4:03.
We have a cat who can tell time.
Here I was thinking about eating the little bastard. Now I may have to adopt him as one of our own.
Are cats that smart? If so, a host of questions arise. Starting with: Is there something more to licking one's butt than we've all assumed?
I'm getting really spooked. What if he starts taking over the chore list that Paula has maintained lo these many years? What might I be in for?
