Saturday Already Done

By Uncle MaxMaxx early this

Saturday morn. See, Tommy has that infamous Fancy book learnin' class called Statistics at 8am. So as Tommy thought about even getting outta bed, Uncle does his thing of hoppin' on the bed, doing a few headbonks to Tommy, gets some curls and hops off. Then as Tommy
is puts on that face paint of hers, in her own litter box room,  Uncle leans against Tommy's legs so she can feel his purr. Then up in the
Litter box room, Uncle goes to  look out into the darkness--never quite sure what he sees--OK, Uncle hops
from the window, scatches on our cardboard scratcher thing, sashays to the kitchen and hollers at Tommy for his breakfast, oh, and bops ME on the head, in the process. I've noticed Tommy gives Uncle his bowl first, and then us. She says something about 'special food'. Tommy watches Uncle to make sure he eats (OK that is NOT a problem) and he drinks from the fountain--Then as Tommy stands in the living room, makin' sure  she's got all the stuff for her Statistics class, a blur of black and white zooms past her to the bedroom and the house does seem to shake a bit. What was THAT?  Tommy goes to the bedroom and sees Uncle MaxMaxx giving hisself a morning washdown. Tommy rubs Uncle some. Uncle is in the midst of giving kisses to Tommy's fingers when Tommy tried to snap this photo.  Is this being a paw-perazzi what gets taught in this class Tommy takes? And Tommy leaves the house with a smile on her face, while Uncle decides to snooze---until Tommy gets home--cuz it's been a busy Saturday morning. And we wouldn't have it any other way!