We are usually up early. Mew has a morning routine of being brushed and combed as soon as she sees us, which is then followed by her breakfast being served right away.
Last night, the All Star game tied and went extra innings. I caved in and went to bed about 12:45 and J came even later. We still did not know who won when we got up this morning.
Because we woke late, Miss Mew's routine was shot all to, I mean, was interrupted. She was ticked at the world, refused to cooperate and finally ate under protest.
Having such a late breakfast was her idea of a desperate hunger strike . . .
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I didn't help either, she kept her back to me the whole time Zeta was there. Things are more back to normal now that it's the next day.
She said Good Morning to me without any problem. She even allowed me to pet her several times. However, it is not my duty to feed her breakfast which means, I was safe from up-setting her morning schedule. She luvs me.
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