He does not like that. He has collected a bunch of foam golf balls to toss at me if I do it again. When I finally wake Momma (and she is good at sleeping through kitty mews unless something is wrong–then she is up RIGHT AWAY) she points the water bottle at me and I run and am quiet the rest of the night. I do not come see her in the morning. She does not even squirt water at me.
Momma worries that I miss Georgia and do not know what to do with myself in the middle of the night without her. In fact, I even sat on Momma this afternoon and I am not much of a lap cat and I most certainly NEVER sit on Momma in the afternoon. She thinks that I am a little distressed.
I do not know about that, but I was certainly hot over the weekend with the weather here. I am glad that it is cooler today.