03:15
Malcolm comes into the bedroom and starts yowling.
I stumble out of bed and ask what’s the trouble.. house on fire?
Coyote in the yard? Litterbox suddenly unacceptable?
Stumbling further, I ask him to show me the trouble.
He leads me into the kitchen and hops onto the island.
“I’d like some treats, please.”
Woo and yay.
Sounds like you are “Kitty wipped”....
I’m sorry, Gunner! Next time I send you too many bags of Temptations, hide some of them so that Malcolm doesn’t know you have more.
Nah. He’s too smart to fall for that. Sorrrreeee!
And I really have to check my pings more often.