Welcome to Caturday: Panic Mode Edition. Not only is Weaz stuck in the window again…
But I also have to study for and take a comprehensive final covering mmmm 600 pages of material in the next three hours. I haven’t looked at any of the material. That’s good. Since today is going so well already, Waldo has agreed to walk you through Caturday…
Yes, YOU Waldo!
I’m actually so old and oblivious and FARTY that I didn’t even know we had cats until today. What a wonderful surprise… Is it time for breakfast?
How about now? Breakfast?
That’s mostly all they do. Is it time for breakfast?
I would like breakfast now.
Thanks, Waldo. That was… terrible. As you well know, it is time for breakfast every single day the exact second I wake up because you jump around like an idiot and I know you’ve been sitting there staring a hole through my soul since 4am. So yes, it’s time for breakfast.
Side note: Do you and your roommate fight over the thermostat? If your roommate was a cat do you think you’d still fight over it? You would. Here’s Weaz being dramatic about our decision to not use air conditioning.