A shift in power...

Gooooood early Sunday morning to you all. Its only 7AM and I have been up for about an hour on SUNDAY. Why? Her name is Mama Kitty.


Those of you who dont know the story about my cat, its an interesting one...she showed up on my back porch 3 days after a psychic told me that "I had a cat that is a gift from Heaven" - I told her "I dont have a cat, my husband HATES cats" and she was like...."um, no, you have a cat, she is on your back porch with a kitten"

3 days later...a cat is on my back porch with a kitten...bizarre...but true. And as a side note, there was no way that crazy psychic lady could have followed me home...or found out where I lived. The only reason I went to her is to see her art, because she painted angelic visions she had "from Heaven" and I ended up talking to her and getting a free "reading" I dont want yall thinking I freqent psychics, although I do believe some people have an extra 6th sense, and this lady was not right about 85% of the stuff she told me, but the other part she got right...

Anyway...I digress...my cat is the reason I am up at 7AM on Sunday...she used to be a 2nd class citizen around here. At first she was strictly an outside cat, now she is indoors 99% of the time. She was never allowed in our bedroom unless she was under strict observation...mind you we really dont have a good reason for this...she is a perfectly good cat...I just dont want cat hair everywhere and the mere thought of cat pee is enough to make me cry. Also, the cat (mama kitty) used to randomly attack Rodman for no reason what-so-ever about 3 times a year, so we did not want her anywhere around him unless we were around to protect the little dude. Well...since Rod went to puppy heaven, the cat has a new status in the house

QUEEN

So, I woke up on my own around 6AM this morning and I desperately wanted to go back to sleep...my mind racing with all the things I could be doing...all the while trying to get back to nappy town...then



meow (she is very curtious at first, very Queenly)
meow
Meow
MEOW
MEOWWWWWW (more Queenly!)



then she jumps up on the bed, sits squarely on my chest and insist that I pet her, nudging my hands and my head making sure I dont stop...purring all the while and all I want is to go back to sleep...
Now cat fur in all in my eyelashes and I have given up on sleeping