Tortie Tuesday - Mornings

Yesterday Tybalt showed you his morning routine, so today we Tortie Twins are going to show you ours! Here we are in our usual morning spots, waiting for mommy to finish getting ready for work so she can spend time with us before she leaves.

IVY

Here I am, nesting in MY nip lounger in front of the heat box. Yes, it is MY nip lounger because I have claimed in in the name of tortiedom! I know Tybalt wanted it, and I know Holly likes it, but that is just too bad. It is MY nip lounger. They keep reminding me that Mommy bought it for all of us to share, but that is just too darned bad. It is MY lounger. I am the one who sleeps in it every night. I am the one who runs to it when I hear the heat box click on. I am the one who snuggles against the heat box and gives it lots of attention and licks to let it know what a good job it is doing. I am the one who rolls in it and drools in nipped out ecstasy. This is MY nip lounger. . . at least while the heat box is on. When the cool air comes out of the heat box, I don't care as much anymore. Why does cool air come out of my heat box? I think mommy needs to get it fixed. We need the heat box to work year round so I can snuggle it and feel the warm air in my furs. Why would I want cold air blowing my furs? Silly mommy.

HOLLY

Here I am, sitting in mommy's bedroom floor and trying to patiently wait for her to follow me into the kitchen and give me Temptations. See the red thing behind me? That is mommy's new comforter set for her bed. It is pink and red and brown, because mommy keeps saying she is going to paint her bedroom and make it pink and brown. Mommy is lazy, so that hasn't happened yet, so the comforter set lives on the floor. I like it there. I like to paw at it and make the plastic bag it is in make squeaky sounds. When I'm tired of that, I will pounce on it and bunnykick it, and then when I am tired of that, I will curl up in a cute little ball and sleep on top of it. I have to sleep there, because someone is hogging the nip lounger. That's fine, Ivy. I've found my own special bed!

When mommy finally finishes with whatever it is she does in the bathroom every morning, she comes out and sees all three of us waiting for her. Then we chirp to her, and usually Tybalt is the one who talks the most and leads the way into the kitchen. Then we all hop up onto the counter and ask for our morning Temptation treat. Mommy gives Tybalt his in our food bowl, and then has to give us our own treats a little way away from him . . . because Tybalt is a Temptation HOG! Then mommy plays a little bit with us so that we can get our morning exercise, and then she tries to trick Ivy so that Ivy won't follow her down the stairs and scoot past her into the basement and make her late for work. This is what we do every weekday morning! A lot of times we get confused about Saturday, so Tybalt has to bite mommy on the nose to remind her that we need our treats, and Holly has to cry in the living room so that mommy remembers to open the blinds so that she can see the birdies, and Ivy has to whap the blinds to make sure mommy knows that we expect her to get up on time.