The Alarm Cat
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Lessons Learned from My Cat
By Andrea Peebles

You are my cat, and I am your human.
~Hilaire Belloc

The phone rang, and I knew it was my routine morning call from my sister, Joan. “Good morning,” I said. “How are you?”

“Tired,” she replied. “This darned cat has rattled me out of bed at 2:30 A.M. three times this week! I don’t know what on earth is wrong with her, but Kitty-Cat is driving me berserk! She’s a hundred years old, and she’s ornery as an old goat and absolutely lives to torment the dog. But she still knows exactly what she wants and has a ton of personality.”

I laughed and said, “So, what does she want when she gets you up?”

“Tuna!” my sister huffed. “Ever since I had to start giving her arthritis medicine, I’ve had to hide it in tuna to get her to eat it. Now she wants her tuna for breakfast every single morning at 7:00 A.M. sharp. I wake up to her sitting by my bed meowing at the top of her lungs. And then this pitiful seventeen-year-old cat that cannot walk five steps without sitting down for a rest takes off to the kitchen like a cheetah on steroids!” (Keep reading)