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Caturday Pootie Diary: Howl [1]
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Date: 2025-06-07
The kitten chased after Freddie and he ran, laughing. I was so happy to see them getting along and so happy that Freddie was so happy.
Roaw!
I startled awake, immediately realizing two things: I had been dreaming and there was no kitten, and Freddie was sitting next to me on my bed, staring down at me.
I rolled to my back and he climbed onto my chest, settling down and purring. Feeling around with my right hand, I found my phone and lifted it, checking the time.
Twenty minutes until the alarm.
I dropped the phone and turned my head, looking Freddie in the eyes. “Really?” I demanded.
“Pets,” he said, closing his eyes.
I obliged.
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Freddie climbed off of me and retreated to the foot of the bed. I rolled to my side and sighed, my whole body relaxing into my favorite sleeping position. I closed my eyes and started to drift again.
I heard a light thump as Freddie jumped off the bed, and then a gentle squeak as he pushed past my bedroom door.
Not quite asleep, but definitely not awake, I floated, content and cozy.
“Meow! Meow! Raaaaaaooooooooow!”
I jerked awake.
The alarm went off.
“Dammit.”
The sound of cat feet, hard on the stairs, and cat claws, tearing at the carpet to propel the small, loud animal ever faster announced his impending arrival.
“Are you done yelling?” I asked, as he appeared at the end of my bed.
“Maybe,” he said. “Isn’t it time for breakfast?”
I dropped my head back to my pillow with a groan. “Just give me until the alarm goes off again,” I begged.
The alarm went off again.
I hit the snooze. “I mean after this.”
Unable to put it off any longer, I rose from my bed, stretched, put on my robe, and headed for the door.
Freddie watched me from his spot at the foot of my bed.
I stopped in the doorway, and threw my hands up. “Well?”
Hearing the thump of him leaving the bed, I continued to the stairs.
Sitting on the couch, a loaded syringe on the table next to me, I waited as my cat scarfed his breakfast. I could hear him; he is not a quiet eater. “Gross,” I murmured.
After a while, the sound of eating quieted and I waited for him to come to him.
He did not.
“Meow!” he called from the living room.
I shook my head. “Ridiculous,” I said, getting up and grabbing the syringe and treat bag.
It was later in the morning and I was in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher and listening to an audiobook.
”Meow! MEOW! MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOW” Freddie howled.
Frowning, I followed the sound to the hallway.
Freddie was calmly drinking from the water dish we keep for him there.
“What?” I asked.
He looked up from his water.
“What?” he said.
The dishwasher was empty, so I started to reload it.
”Meow!” Freddie yelled from the living room. “Meow! MEOW!”
Rolling my eyes, I continued with my chore, ignoring him.
”Yowwwwwwwwl!” he howled.
Laughing a little, I washed a plate and loaded it without pausing.
“Rroooooowwwwwwwwwwl!”
“Go to sleep!” I yelled.
Wiping my hands on a dishtowel, I entered the living room and saw him immediately. He was curled up on the couch.
“What?” I asked him.
He lifted his head and blinked up at me.
“You have my full attention. What is it you want?” I demanded.
“I’m sleeping,” he said.
“You were howling just a few minutes ago,” I pointed out.
He laid his head back down and closed his eyes. “I don’t know why you always have to talk to me when I’m sleeping,” he had the audacity to say.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Freddie discovered his voice about five years ago and he does like to use it!
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