Today I am featuring my friend, cohort and brother in stinky noms, Pugsley.
He did the unthinkable (for him at least) today. He stood on the staff’s face and meowed for BREAKFAST! A purposeful meow for BREAKFAST!
OMG I am so proud of him! Pugs, I didn’t think you had it in you but bravo, my man. Bravo.
What is ALL the fuss about? Was just hungry.
The Pugman Groometh
Well, you all know Perfect Pugsley has very few faults. And you also know that his big downfall is that he is THE LOUDEST GROOMER. He snorts, chorts, snuffs, grunts, slurps and disturbs anyone in his immediate surroundings. Heck, even the Tail-pulling-screaming-running-tantrum-throwing-goldfish-cracker-eating Creature stops and takes notice when the Pugman is at work on his plumage.
So when he decides to groom himself in the big bed? In the morning? On the female staff member’s pillow? Is he in for it. Gotta admit, it’s kinda fun to watch.
Here’s how things go:
Luckily today the Pug did this within the range of acceptable wake up times so BREAKFAST was a direct result. If he does it too early, staff kicks us out of the room and we’re screwed.
Way to go, Pugman!
Tags: animal rescue, cat grooming, Pugsley, wake up
The Weapon.
The Perp.
It’s a good start to the week when I am not in trouble for waking up the staff. Today, “Perfect Pugsley” was the bad one!
He woke up the staff by clawing on the wicker clothes hamper, even after he was told not to!
I, however, sat on the pillow, purring sweetly, knowing it was only moments before BREAKFAST time!
Now, lest you think I am a big fat ginger and white meanie for letting him get in trouble, just remember I AM ALWAYS THE ONE who expedites breakfast and believe me, Pugsley never refuses the BREAKFAST that I instigate! It’s time he pulls his getting-in-trouble weight around here.
Tags: animal rescue, cat sleeping, cat wake up, monday wake upGo Team Persian! Today, Pugsley and I worked together to wake up the staff. I stood with both paws on female staff member’s upper arm and meowed and meowed and meowed, while Pugsley sneezed ten times in a row. It’s impossible to sleep through that!
Of course, Pugsley was not sneezing on purpose to wake up staff. In fact, if that goody-two-shoes knew that he was partially responsible for the wake up, he’d be horrified. Don’t tell him.
This morning Pugs and I were feeling particularly rambunctious and the guest bedroom door was open so we had big long area in which to play. We used the “running through the house and up and down the stairs like a herd of damn elephants” wake up tactic.
I like it when Pugsley is in on the wake up strategy so I don’t have to take all the blame. Believe me, he likes BREAKFAST just as much as I do.
The herd, post BREAKFAST.
Although it’s rare, sometimes Pugsley initiates the staff wake up process. This morning he started by yeowling out in the hallway as loud as possible and running all crazy-like back and forth from the bedroom to the stairs. I was trying to sleep but had to get up to see what all the excitement was about and ended up joining in Pugsley’s nonsensical rambunctiousness (how could I resist?) Needless to say, we both got in big trouble.
But we did get BREAKFAST!
Double Trouble
Today’s wake up tactic was submitted by our petsitter, who watched us when our staff was out of town over the weekend. Here’s what Fetsje from Tenderpaws Petsitting wrote to our staff:
Well…….. here I thought that you might (sometimes) make up those wake up tactics. Not! I have experienced them myself.
I’ve been very busy this week and Friday I got up early at 5:30 a.m. to take care of woofers first. Around 8 I arrived at your house. I served breakfast, played and snuggled. Before going home to my own woofers, I decided to take a nap on your couch, thinking Romeo and Pugsley would snuggle up with me. Not so!
First I heard them walking back and forth. I kept dozing. After a while I heard howling, like they were preparing to get into a fight. My ears perked up, but too tired to get up, I decided to keep listening. Nothing happened. Dozed off again. All of a sudden somebody jumped on my stomach on to the back of the couch. That woke me up for sure.
Romeo was sitting on the back of the couch, with an innocent look on his face (I wish I had taken a picture!) And I found Pugs sleeping on the chair in the dining room. Maybe they thought they could fool me into giving them another breakfast. I don’t think so.
Last night I laid on the couch again, hiding from the trick or treaters. Turned on the TV. First Pugs jumps up on the TV table and sits in front of the screen! Later he sat on top of my chest, as close to my chin as possible. Don’t know if he was trying to choke me, but it definitely was hard to watch TV And he didn’t move!
These boys are something else 
See why we LOVE our petsitter?
You’ll notice that I always sleep on black sweaters and Pugsley always sleeps on items that are white. It’s just how we do things around here.
Am fierce saber-toothed lion, perched in tree branches, preparing to pounce on my unsuspecting prey below.
