I have studiously watched my human's recent activity with astute interest. He has been entrenched at his desk, hidden amidst a pile of books, tap tap tapping away at his computer, til the wee hours of morning. In the morning, he gets up, dresses in these formal getups that I delight in messing up and goes to some place called "work" or "school". All in all, he seems to be a walking zombie of late, exhausted or something.
Of course, that has nothing to do with the fact that my daily ritual requires that I warm up my vocal chords every morning at 6:30am sharp. A few yowls here and there in the early morning fog is just what the vet ordered. Besides, I find it humorous to dodge the great bulking masses full of feathers that the human casts from his sleeping platform in my direction. He never even gets close, how pathetic, he really should practice more.
Posted by Sierra at October 26, 2004 06:17 AM