How we wake up depends largely on the day of the week. During the week, friendly Mr. Clock Radio does most of the heavy lifting. She Who Must Be Obeyed may mash the snooze button a couple of times, but that’s another story. On weekends, however, Miss Matata takes over. A few minutes of her traipsing around the bed, stepping on our heads, knocking my glasses off the nightstand, unrolling the toilet paper...you get the picture.
I walk downstairs to feed our fuzzy little girls, and Matata always beats me to the staircase. She doesn’t walk down the stairs - she galumphs. Watching her little cat ass bob up and down as she negotiates that staircase cracks me up every time.
Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!
And occasionally, she will deign to allow Hakuna to eat in her august kitty presence.
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