Saturday: Wake Steve and his female up at 6:30 AM…eat breakfast…use the litter box and create a hellacious stink…clean myself… help the female make the bed…NAP…sit in the window and chatter at delicious-looking birds…induce petting… NAP…eat some more…clean myself…work on my plan for world peace….NAP… patrol the yard…NAP…help Steve restring his guitar… NAP…groom the female’s hair…bat a toy mouse around…NAP…induce more petting…practice my rendition of the Gettysburg Address…eat dinner…clean myself…hack up a hairball…NAP…sit in Steve’s lap, watch TV and induce more petting…NAP…sit in the female’s lap, watch TV and induce more petting…NAP…eat some more…clean myself…go to bed for the night.
Sunday: Wake Steve and his female up at 7:00 AM (I generously let them sleep an extra half-hour on Sunday)…eat breakfast…use the litter box and, well, you know…clean myself…NAP…help Steve do the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle…induce petting… go outside and count the clouds passing overhead… NAP…induce more petting…eat some more...give the female a facial with my sandpaper tongue…go back outside and hiss at butterflies…NAP…help Steve and the female read more of the Sunday paper… NAP…eat dinner…clean myself…kak up another hairball…NAP…induce more petting…calculate the density of the universe…NAP….race around the house and tire myself out…go to bed for the night.
So what are you doing this weekend?