This is a story of two chats...you might want to listen to this while you read...you will like it, trust me...it will even make you laugh. I have sung this to both cats...however, I think it fell on deaf ears for both of them.
Our little cat Brie passed away two years ago...since then there has not been a cat in the house until now that Rosie is here for a visit.
It is an absolute delight having Rosie here with us while her parents are traveling in South American and Easter Island. Rosie knows us well as we have often visited her here in her PA home as well as in her home in Denmark. Rosie has SAS frequent flyer mileage :)
Brie woke us up each morning with a loud purr and then settling on my hip until her purring woke us up. Rosie wakes us up each morning with a loud meow...she sits at the end of our bed until we stir if we don't get up right away she leaves.
Rosie started the wake up routine a week after she arrived...starting with a seven am meow...that lasted for two mornings and we did not get up until a little after eight. Two mornings later Rosie came in a eight am with a wake up call. She did try a seven am wake up call, however, she has given up and now sticks with eight o'clock.
Rosie has adapted to our routine...cocktails on Friday nights by the fire...Dinner and company on Sunday night. When Ken is not quick enough she jumps into his chair next to the fire...not wanting to disturb the little cat, Ken moves to the sofa.
We miss our Brie and are delighted to have the privilege or hosting Rosie for a while. She is as delightful as she is beautiful.