I wake up to my cat’s rear in my face.
“If you’re not going to get up and feed me, scratch my hinde-quarters.”
I scratch until my arm goes numb.
She walks off,
Turns around, and butts (no pun intended),
Her head in that innocent way,
“Look, I’m cute, you’re not done scratching me.”
And, of course she’s right, and I scratch again.
Until October decides in a half second, enough.
Hisses and darts off, releasing her claws from my nightgown and skin.
Though I grumble,
It is in-between cousof cute-kitty-brat!
My favorite alarm.