A Lazy Labor Day

True to form, Melrose woke us up way too early this morning. Why can't he understand that it is a holiday? Funny how we assign human traits and understanding to the little critters. (Someday I'll relate some of the early morning pleadings and efforts to get him to quiet down.)

The morning ritual generally goes like this:

1. Meow loudly to wake Deb and Chris. If no immediate response, meow from the bathroom to maximize the echo effect. If necessary, dig at Deb's head and knock items off of the headboard. Finally, if nobody has succumbed, drop the A-bomb: Pick a fight with Max to raise all hell in the bedroom.
2. Demand food. A half-can of Fancy Feast is standard fare. Melrose also gets an 1/8-teaspoon of Miralax (a laxative) to keep things regular.
3. If the door to the deck is not opened immediately thereafter, then repeat meow torture from the landing. Success is declared when the door opens, and the kitties get to munch on cat grass and sun bathe.

Max tends to let Mel do the heavy lifting, but she is complicit in his activities -- sometimes even an instigator. Thank goodness we love these kitties.