wake-up call

Most of my friends have *critters* in their lives... of the four-footed furry variety. Any of you who do can describe a plethora of different growls, barks, meows, or hisses... much like a mother would describe the many different cries of an infant.
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Our little darling (see 11-Apr post) is absolutely no different. She is up at the first crack of dawn each day... walking over us, meowing at us, staring at us, pacing the bedroom. This morning, however, I received a good tongue lashing because of this:
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You would have thought that her little world was coming to an end. Oh... the wailing and the whining! All for naught - as her world was righted with a refreshing of the water bowl and a refill of kibbles. Notice the most important part... the tasty little treats atop her food. Her morning treat!
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Now... back to bed for me...