Bed Head

Ha! You should see 'D' in the morning. Talk about a scary sight!!!! He staggers around the kitchen, finally finding my morning food. As 'D' is making coffee, I quickly eat my breakfast. Hmmmmmmm it is tuna. YUMO. I find 'D' relaxing in his chair, sipping his coffee, smoking one of those nasty cigarettes, and watching the morning news on TV. I have to laugh. Talk about a bed head! His hair looks like weeds, or something, sticking every-which-way. Straw. It looks like straw!!! I just sit there and grin my cat grin. Then I laugh. I laugh right out loud. 'D' looks at me and says, "What are you meowing at? You still hungry?"

"No" I want to say to him in his language. "Go look into a mirror. That will wake you up."

I don't understand why he doesn't groom himself as he is sitting there. I groom myself all the time, making sure my 'hair' is neat, clean and in place. He just sits there, looking like he has a wheat field growing atop his head. To face the morning looking like that! Eeeeeekkkkk! So I walk away, shaking my head and laughing. Humans! I will never understand them.