Here Kitty Kitty!

I would like to begin this blog by telling you that in November (I think it was November) my roommate Sarah got a cat. His name is Simon. It's kind of funny because Sarah's last name is Baker. So...our cat is named Simon Baker (you do get that, right?).

I would also like to mention that we all love this cat. He is adorable. He loves to play hide and go seek. He'll start chasing someone and they'll go hide in the laundry room and slowly, ever so slowly, he'll sneak into the laundry room. At which, we jump out at him and he goes running. He runs into Sarah's room where he hides and we have to find him. FYI: He's small. He's much better at hiding than we are. Once we find him, he jumps at us and we run into the laundry room. He LOVES this game.

So...this cat is not without love and attention. And if he feels like he isn't getting enough attention, he'll let you know.

This blog however is not to inform of the way in which we love our Simon Baker cat. This blog is to inform that despite this cat's lovable (and mischievous) personality, he is PSYCHO!! I will prove it to you.

My alarm went off this morning at 7:45. I get to sleep in today. I don't have to be at work till 10:30. Pretty sweet, huh? Anyway, he heard my alarm and knew that this means the prey has awoken! And yes, he views me as prey. So he did this enormous leap onto my keyboard and from there to the top of my bunk bed.

At first he was purring. He sat there while I stroked him and he snuggled onto the bed with me. And then...he was POSSESSED! I'm sure of it.

He suddenly jumped up and lept onto my face wrapping his paws around my head. He even got a paw stuck in my tangled mass of hair. And he began chewing on my cheek. Chewing. This is not an exaggeration. He got this strange psychotic feeling that I was on the menu for breakfast! Obviously, this did not please me. I tried to shove him away but remember when I told you a paw was stuck in my hair? I wasn't joking. The only thing I could do was grab my blanket and protect my face.

At this point, and with difficulty, Simon untangled himself from my hair and around my head. He did this for the sole reason that he saw my feet were now uncovered. He made a mad dash for my feet and proceeded to munch on those instead!

Does anyone see my problem here? I AM NOT breakfast! Nor will I ever be breakfast! But this cat is convinced I am. This is not the first time he has done this. Oh, no. I have many adventures such as this and each time I have escaped being his next meal. Perhaps next time, he will win...