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I'm Trent. A typical day for me consists of...
Waking up at 6:00 sharp. Even on the weekends. The weekends are the most fun because that girl and that guy are still in bed. I immediately jump to the top of the couch and start scratching. You can bet that that guy will come out with that damn squirt bottle and pummel me with water. Sometimes he hits me square in the face with that water, but I just wait till he goes back to bed. Then I start the scratching again. I try to give him just a couple minutes to start to fall back asleep before I start it up. And so the whole cycle begins again.
After the girl and guy get out of bed, I race them to the kitchen or the bathroom, which ever comes first on that particular day. It's hard for me to judge. I try to walk right by their feet to see which direction they're going to veer off in. Then I race ahead of them to win. Sometimes that girl tries to trick me by walking in one direction, waiting for me to shoot off that way, then turns and runs the other direction.
I meow and follow the girl and guy around until they feed me. They never give me the shrimp scampi I ask for. They only give me dry old brown food. I settle for it, though. But only because I know I'll get milk treat or yogurt in the evening.
I then proceed to follow the girl and guy around... time for a nap. I'm sleepy. I'll continue this later.
Waking up at 6:00 sharp. Even on the weekends. The weekends are the most fun because that girl and that guy are still in bed. I immediately jump to the top of the couch and start scratching. You can bet that that guy will come out with that damn squirt bottle and pummel me with water. Sometimes he hits me square in the face with that water, but I just wait till he goes back to bed. Then I start the scratching again. I try to give him just a couple minutes to start to fall back asleep before I start it up. And so the whole cycle begins again.
After the girl and guy get out of bed, I race them to the kitchen or the bathroom, which ever comes first on that particular day. It's hard for me to judge. I try to walk right by their feet to see which direction they're going to veer off in. Then I race ahead of them to win. Sometimes that girl tries to trick me by walking in one direction, waiting for me to shoot off that way, then turns and runs the other direction.
I meow and follow the girl and guy around until they feed me. They never give me the shrimp scampi I ask for. They only give me dry old brown food. I settle for it, though. But only because I know I'll get milk treat or yogurt in the evening.
I then proceed to follow the girl and guy around... time for a nap. I'm sleepy. I'll continue this later.