"Psst! Mom! Wake up." (Walks over inert body in the bed.)
"I mean it. Mom! Wake up! Now!!! (Examines sleeping head closely. Prods nose for reaction.)
"Ahh, there you are. Good morning. It's me, Mica. No, I don't know where Petey is - it's so darn hot in here he's probably on the couch, trying to catch a breeze from our rotten air conditioner.
"Anyhow, remember how you were thinking that maybe Mondays could be all mine? Mica Mondays, like the wheelies have Wheelie Wednesday. Well, I thought it was a splendid idea.
"It's Monday, now, right? So I can start blogging right?"
"Nah, you don't have to look at the clock. But it does show that it's now Monday, right? And while you don't have to get up early because you work from home, you don't mind opening a new fresh can of Fancy Feast while you're up, do you you Mom?
"Because you are up now, right? Even though you have to use those dumb sticks to hobble around and get my food, right?
And while you're up, could you turn on the computer for me and log on to Petey's blog page so I can get started?"
"I mean, really Mom, is that asking too much? At least I waited for awhile, I've up since 5:00, playing hockey puck with the things on your dresser."
"Shhh, now that you're up, could you try not to crash into anything with those sticks? Petey's complaining that his head hurts. Something about 'too many of Lacie's smoothies' and how he never knew what a 'party animal' was until he went to Snicker's Birthday Bash! Thank heavens his pals Jackson and Eric got him on the last flight out of Iowa on Air Ruby. He doesn't remember a thing after Asta suggested everyone go for a midnight skinny dip.
"I've given him two Muttrin and he's just going to sleep it off. He said something about asking Lacie for some 'hair of the dog,' and from what we've seen on her blog, she's got plenty to go around!"
"Ahh, now that my first post is complete, Petey's been taken care of and Mommy's FINALLY awake, I think I'll take a nice 15-hour nap until supper time rolls around."