That night we went to the night night super early. I decided to be a super good boy and not bother mom in the night time, but of course i got a little lonely after a while, and shared her pillow for a while. i can tell she loves it when I do that! so because of her joy, and willingness to share her pillow (the other 3 on the bed just aren't close enough to mom's face)...I gave her a face massage--just helping her with her floodgating :)
...and we laid there...for a looong while. too long it seems. Shouldn't mom be getting up sometime soon to get that money to get my cans? Didn't she say something about getting up at 8am to catch her train? But that clock over there says 815am, and there is no song playing from it. Maybe I should give mom a slight reminder of the time.
SO--I gently walk up on the bed to her face, and stick my nose in her mouth. Nothing.
I take my paw and hit her in the face. She simply rolls over...
I softly say her name, "mom..." just to alert her a little. again, nothing.
So i jump down, and play with our roommate (because maybe she will feed me, giving me some brain power on how to wake up mom).
PANIC PANIC! The clock says 845am! mom needs to leave between 9 and 915am! Drastic measures must be taken!
Starting at the end of the hallway, I STAMPEDE into the room...THROW myself up onto the bed...overestimate and roll with the sheets off the bed a little...recover and stand tall by mom and SCREAM!!! MOOOOOOOMMMMM!
she actually stirs a little! MOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!! her eyes are open...
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...and just like that, she rolls over, looks at the clock, and well, she becomes a blur as she somehow gets out of the apartment at 915am! Get it Mom!
...yeah, I am just that good sometimes :)
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