Kitty drive bys

Princess T has pioneered the newest tactic in bad human management.

When Tasha feels that I have been sleeping too long and haven't a) fed her b) played with her or c) something I haven't figured out yet she stealthily sneaks into my room and then in a flash, bounds onto my bed, leaps and lands full weight on my shoulder and then redirects to a safe part of the bed, or the floor.

If I don't move much, or don't open my eyes, the manuever may be repeated, it may also be accompanied by a m'YOWWW. If I open my eyes she's usually scowling. She scowls a lot. I think she thinks it makes her look regal. I think it just makes her look like a grumpy kitty.

She has also learned how to turn my radio on. Two mornings in a row I have busted her in the act. Turning the radio on has been a precursor to the kitty drive by.

At least she's not armed.