Liberty Meadows by Frank Cho for May 08, 2022

Oh my gosh, Oscar, NO!!!

running is hard work. Himz hungry and maybe hangry.

My German Shepherds would just put a large paw on the center of my face, whatever the hour.

This is exactly why I didn’t get very much sleep last night.

I had a cat who used to wake me up in the morning exactly one minute before my alarm would go off (I still don’t know how he was always so precise). He would go thru the same ritual every morning. First he would purr in my ear (not a terrible way to wake up). If I didn’t get up then, he would lick my face. If I didn’t get up then, he would jump up on the bed and pace up and down on my chest. If I still didn’t get up, he’d nip at my toes.

Problem is, he never learned the difference between week day and weekend. So, one Saturday morning at exactly 5:29 AM….

Smokey: Purrr…purrr…purrr….

Me: Smokey, it’s Saturday.

Smokey: Lick, lick, lick…

Me: Smokey, Not now

Smokey: Pace…pace…pace…

Me: Smokey, go away! (notice, it’s getting less cordial)

Smokey: Nibble…nibble…nibble…

Me: Cat, get lost!

I refused to get up…and so he bit me right in the butt. Needless to say, I got up. I’m chasing him through the house, while my wife has her face buried in the pillow, laughing.

He’s been gone for years now, and I still miss him.

Wake her with a kiss, Oscar; that’s what Frank would do…

A cold nose in the right spot will get her going.

Lick her face. She’ll think it’s Frank.

Aww hungry Oscar.