I was a naughty cat this past weekend. I walked all over Momma on Sunday morning earlier than she wanted to get up. I mean it was already 6 AM!
She thought at first it was Georgia but then I plopped my floofy buns in her face and began to purr. She realized that Georgia can’t walk that far up the bed (she falls off if she tries and so she doesn’t go) and Momma realized it was me.
I just needed some attention. I don’t know why she was upset. 6 AM is very late don’t you think?