A Little Bit Louder Now ...

This morning, I slept in. 6.30 rolled around, and I ignored the alarm. 7.30 came and went. 8.30 reared its head and I showed no interest in moving. I likely would have stayed in bed all day if my girl had not insistently woken me up - with her VOICE. Normally, when she needs to go, is hungry, or just wants attention, she'll walk around on my bed and eventually settle reeeeeeal close to (or on top of) me until I make a move. This morning, she was vocal about her frustration.

Oh, my sweet Ciurina. You just want the mommy to be functional, and what would she do without you?

Eska has been displaying an uncharacteristic amount of tenderness toward me these days. If I didn't know SO much better, I'd hitch a ride to the SPCA and get her a friend - she's just begging for consistent company.

Poor little one.

Let's dance

Every day, I attempt to dance with Eska, and every day she attempts to rebel against me ... a question of growls and hisses and general discontent every time I lift her onto her hind legs and sway her front legs from side to side ....

Five minutes ago, I cut myself a slice of fresh, multi-grain, farmer's market bread and just completely smothered it with the Bee's Knees all-natural crunchy peanut-butter. The "Cake" playing in the background really had me grooving, so (and not unusually) I started swirling around the room with my snack, turning my back to my girl. When I had turned back around, she was up on her hind legs, grabbing for my midsection for support: in other words, she was DANCING for food.

It was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Then, she did it again.

Maybe she just needed a little cake and peanut butter inspiration .... I always knew she had a sweet tooth.