Late For Work

So…  I was late for work today.  It was all Otto’s fault.

I should explain first- Otto is my cat.  I started collecting cats almost ten years ago.  Otto was the first of now two.  He is the longest-lasting relationship I have voluntarily had with a male of any species.  I maintain that he is actually a wise little old man in a cat body because he is very un-catlike.  He is also devoted to me.  It seems as though his only goals in life are to eat, sleep and watch out for me.  If I am sick, he will even sit in the shower and watch me shampoo, rinse and repeat.  The only things stopping him from taking over the world are his lack of opposable thumbs and the endless supply of food at home.  He may be Yoda.  He won’t tell me.  He does use Jedi mind tricks, though, hence the endless supply of food.

Okay.  My alarm went off at six AM.  Otto was sleeping on the pillow beside mine, but as soon as I turned the alarm off he crawled over to me.  He yawned, curled up in a ball against my stomach and began to purr.  He looked so cozy and content that I didn’t want to move him.  I thought “Well, I’ll get up in a few minutes.”  Yeah.  Two and a half hours later, I woke up to the dog whining very loudly.  She really needed to go outside.  I really needed to be at work.  Whoops.

I rolled into work two hours later than I had intended.  Did anyone notice?  I have no idea, but I do know no one cared.  Phew.  Otto must have declared they be cool with it.