I woke and stretched, comfy and cozy under my blankets and between clean sheets. One of my feet hit an obstacle when attempting to stretch my leg full out. There was a large cat curled up on top of the comforter.
Freddie stood and did a stretch of his own (“Ohhh, big streeeeeetch!”) and walked up my body to settle on my chest. I immediately started petting him.
“It’s the weekend!” I announced, my voice still a little rumbly with sleep.
“That means nothing to me,” he said.
“It means I am going to relax today. Nothing but meow meow all day.”
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He frowned down at me. “What do you mean by ‘meow meow?’”
“It’s something my sister and I say to each other. When we want to relax and do no work we call that ‘meow meow.’”
His frown deepened. “Do you think I do nothing all day?”
I rubbed his head but he shook me off. “I know your schedule,” I said. “I know you do stuff. This isn’t meant as an insult.”
“You should call it ‘blah blah’ because that’s what humans sound like!” Blow landed he ran to the edge of the bed and jumped off.
He frowned at me the whole time it took me to set his breakfast down on his food mat, then he dismissed me entirely as he dove in. I made my own breakfast (bagel with cream cheese and a cup of coffee) and took it to the couch so I could put my feet up and enjoy.
I was halfway through my meal when Freddie appeared. He sat on the floor in front of the couch and set about grooming his fur.
“Are you still annoyed?” I asked.
He ignored me. I sighed.
He saw I was eating so he jumped up on the couch next to me and settled in to stare until I broke. It didn’t take long.
“It’s really a compliment,” I said, watching as he licked the cream cheese off my fingertip.
“Didn’t sound like one,” he told me. He had gotten most of it, but there was still a little left. I offered it to him, but he settled down to nap instead.
“It’s just that no one knows how to relax better than a cat.”
He opened one eye to look at me, then closed it again. “That’s true.”
The coffee didn’t do much to wake me up and I felt myself dozing. I let it happen, reaching down to recline my seat a little more. A nap sounded like just the thing to kick off my meow meow day.
Freddie woke long enough to climb over me and settle between my legs. We sighed together.
“Good meow meow,” I murmured sleepily.
He bit my calf.
"Hey!” I cried, waking up completely.
“I don’t do nothing!” he insisted.
“I know!” I said, reaching down to rub my smarting leg. “It’s just that when you decide to relax you do it really, really well. That’s all it means.”
“I’m going to go catch a mouse!” he declared, then jumped off the couch and ran out of the room.
“Wait!” I called after him. “Are there mice? There shouldn’t be any mice!”
I got up to get something to drink and nearly tripped over a sleeping Freddie, stretched out on the floor behind the couch. “Did you catch anything?” I asked, bending down to pet him.
He stretched and yawned. “I caught a big one. Then I cooked and ate it.”
“You cooked?”
“Yes, because I do a lot of stuff.”
I rolled my eyes. “I knoooooooow! We weren’t insinuating anything negative.”
He laid his head back down on his paws. “I’m only sleeping because I’m so tired from all the things I did.”
I slouched low in my seat, my chin in my chest, as I read my book and did my best impression of a limp noodle.
Freddie was sprawled next to me, seeming to have forgiven me enough to accept my body heat.
“I’m glad we could blah blah together today,” I told him.
Without opening his eyes he said, “it’s a pretty good day to meow meow.”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Me and Freddie are going to ignore that big sports thing I heard is happening tomorrow, and make like cats instead.
