Early, very early, I was reminded of why I no longer have pets. Weighing in at over 20 lbs. Mr. Pickler is no longer a fur ball light weight. Imagine awakening to a 20 lb ball of fur sucking your neck while simultaneously suffocating you. My first coherent thought as I was attempting to remove this mass of fur was; "that better not be his ass in my face!" Thankfully it was his stomach - the ass end was propped up on Mike's pillow. Better flip it over for the man before he gets home from the night shift. Working 12 hours overnight a man deserves a pillow that doesn't smell like ass. Save that for his late night beer runners. Just kidding I may get irritated on those occasions, but I don't resort to skank revenge. Kissing just wouldn't be the same. Onward and upward it was time for the feeder to rise & feed. And so it was, a new day dawning.
