Saturday morning, 7:00 a.m.
SHAY: Meow, meow meow! I’m hungry!
ANNABEL: That’s not gonna get her up.
SHAY: Meow, meow, meow! Still hungry! Meow, meow, more meow!!!
ANNABEL: I’m telling you, that’s not gonna work.
ANNABEL: Must I do everything? [Annabel walks over to my side of the bed.] BLERGH! [Annabel vomits all over floor, right where I put my bare feet when I get up.]
ME: What? What? What? [Looks down at mess.] Annabel, did you get sick again? Ugh. Guess I better clean this up.
ME: [Cleans up vomit.]
[Two pairs of cat eyes look at me expectantly.]
ME: I guess you want breakfast now? All right, I’m getting up. [Grabs food bowl, heads to kitchen.]
ANNABEL: [Looks at Shay.] Now that’s how a professional does it.