Friday Guest Wake Up Strategist – The Queen...

The gorgeous and talented Hermione (right) and her team member, Ping.
A little healthy competition is good! Today, our featured expert caught wind that her colleague, Bob, had been published here. She immediately contacted me to inform me who the real creative genius in their household is.
Here’s what she has to say:
“Dear Romeo (and staff),
One of the lesser felines in my home (Felinus Barncattus) named Bob informed me that his wake up tactic had been published on your prodigious blog. I found it very difficult to believe that he had a wake up tactic as he mostly lies about until the help manages to roll out of bed. On the other hand, I am the master of wake up tactics, many of which involve my feline super powers so I thought I’d share a recent one with you.
What feline super powers might those be? Well, I have several. One that is relatively common is “Glue Belly.” Glue belly is the power that allows me to quadruple my weight at any moment when the help attempts to move me from a comfortable resting position. Another, and the one that is relevant to this wake up tactic is “thunder hoof”. This is the remarkable ability to make my paws really hard and noisy so that instead of being the svelte stealth feline of norm, I become, to use the help’s phrase a “stinking herd of elephants.”
On said morning, at preceisely 2:47 a.m. I decided to employ thunder hoof & yowl. Beginning in the basement where my yowls

Bob.
My physical prowess was so impressive that the two barn cats who live with me attempted a feeble mimicry of my thunder hoof superpower. Of course they were substantially less impressive but with three cats ripping up and down stairs and across beds while yowling the help was bound to notice. With my usual impeccable timing, I noted their sudden awakening and stopped mid-hoof curling up lightly at the foot of the bed. The barn cats, lacking my extraordinary insight, continued attempting to thunder hoof about the house while the help was awake – resulting in them getting kicked out of the bedroom for the rest of the night and me getting scritches, praise for my good behavior and a special treat at breakfast. As I said, super powers.
Yours Truly,
Queen Hermione
PS. I noted that Bob, while commenting on one of your posts called himself Bob and the Harem. Harem my thunderous hoof! I’m not his anything and I have only one thing to say about that harem thing: Neutered!
PPS: Photo captions: Bob is the lazy gray one in the solo pic. I am the regally beautiful one on the right side of the photo. The lazy slattern is Ping, another barn cat.”
Queen Hermione, you made my day! Pugsley and I (and our staff) laughed and laughed as we are all too familiar with the “glue belly” and “thunder hoof” tactics. But I must say, dear girl, that you have such a wonderfully eloquent way of describing your craft. And such a strategic mind when it comes to coming out smelling like a rose. Bravo!
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