Being Tootles
Meet Tootles Every morning I awake hidden from site, deep under the blankets forever hopeful to gain those extra precious minutes known to most humans as 'Snooze'. However, if even one digit is exposed out from under the security of this warm bed my attack cat leaps into action. She sets from 3 am at the end of my bed, waiting for any sign of life, like a panther on the hunt always watching. Why let her in the room? Well I don't she has conveniently mastered the door, making her way into my room, correction our room. She goes into auto tune, like one of those beautiful cellos you come across at a yard sale, and like the mystical creature she is, meows on queue. Forget my bathroom break until after her routine of walking ahead of me pointing out all her bowls and issues she thinks I can understand. When I do get a sneak off to the bathroom in the middle of her precious ordeal, she finds me and proceeds to give me the glare, you know the one that makes you feel li...