Duncan is such a big old puddin’ head. He can be so sweet and lovable at times and he can be so annoying at other times.
Sometimes he follows me around the house meowing incessantly for no good reason. If I’m sitting at the computer and he doesn’t want me there, he harasses me for awhile and then he reaches up, unsheaths his lethal claws, and pierces the back of my shirt and my topmost layer of skin. He can be a real prick when he feels like it.
And yet, come bedtime, he jumps into bed with me, positions himself exactly where he wants to be, topples over and lands lovingly in the crook of my right arm with his purring face on my cheek, and then he wraps his right arm right around me. He’s such a sweetheart about bedtime. He smells like baby powder and he’s downy soft and he rumbles gently till I fall sleep.
On a good night he lets me sleep all night. If we drift apart and I snuggle back up to him during the night, he turns his purr back on so I can go right back to sleep. He’s an insomniac’s dream.
He doesn’t believe in sleeping in, though. During the week the alarm is set for 5:00 am, and Duncan’s usually okay with that. On the weekends, however, I think it would be kind of sweet to sleep in a bit – maybe till 6:30 or 7:00 – but Duncan disagrees. He thinks we should get up at 5:00 and feed the cat. He’s pretty insistent about it too. We usually play “Who’s most stubborn, you or me?” till about 6:00, then I concede defeat and get up.
Maybe he just loves morning as much as he loves bedtime. There’s something to be said for being in love with whatever time of day it happens to be.
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Thank you so much – he’s so adorable! I really needed a Duncan photo today. You are a very fortunate person to have found Duncan and are able to make him a part of your family. Duncan is also a very, very lucky dogcat to to have been chosen by you (and able to visit his buddy 4D).
I love Duncan! More Duncan! More Duncan!
It all sounds like typical cat stuff to me.
I have three alarmcats and I am not a morning person. Rocky starts at 5:30… usually I get up at about 7, use the bathroom and kick him out. Tux however, picks up if I’m not out of bed by 8 a.m. (I don’t work until 11 a.m…. I’m not usually out of bed until 10.. I don’t know how they decided that 8 a.m. was breakfast time)
However, I found a way tho thwart them.. If I leave the kibble container on the table, Tux will knock it off.. 4 out 5 times the lid comes off and it ends up all over the floor and they feed themselves and I get to sleep!
Duncan the dogcat is a wonderful cat. I have scooter the dogcat who used to decide that morning was feeding time until I reversed his schedule. Now he eats supper of wet foods and has a bowl of dried food. He doesn’t wake me up anymore, just snuggles up to me and purrs in the morning.
Judging by his eyes Duncan is a touch manic… does he ever go on at great length about how the world is just so much like the inside of a watermelon?
Hobbes and Sage take turns in the morning. Sage likes to lick my nose and Hobbes like to go around the room knocking everything off the dresser, bookshelf etc. on to the floor and then batting it around the room. It’s charming. Have you seen Wake up Cat on You Tube?
First, I must say living with you seems to be agreeing with Duncan. He looks 10 years younger! Second, it’s not his furry, purry self that’s curing your insomnia, it’s the fact that you never quite get enough sleep. I sleep like the proverbial rock since Bazel’s come to run my life. Third, uh-oh…I sense a Duncan/Drexel feud abrewin’
Sorry, but why whould you have it any better than the rest of us cat owners? I get up at 5:15 in the winter by which time Sydney is already having a fit. In the summer, I get up at 4:45 and that’s either fine, or we are outside and miss breakfast all together -it must be warm and dry for this to occur, otherwise we are there ready to scream out heads off at the faintest intimation that I am awake. Mildred is pretty good about the food thing – she catches enough mice on her own and is not totally dependant on me for yummy food. She won’t wake me up so I can feed her, but she will torment Sydney, who is waiting for me to get up to feed her. Either way, I’m awake.
My dogs sleep. They sleep until I get up and call them – and in the winter when it’s cold and dark outside, I may have to call them several times. Overall, I prefer their attitude.
Mo, you’re welcome. And you’re right, I do feel very lucky to have found Duncan – he’s the exactly right cat for me (except when he’s being a prick of course).
Parasol – Duncan appreciates his fans.
David Scrimshaw, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were throwing down the kitty-blogging gauntlet.
Valerie, an ingenious plan but it won’t work for Duncan – he’s always got kibble in his bowl.
Megan, that’s another ingenious plan, but Duncan gets wet food twice a day and I don’t think he’d tolerate a change to that routine without a long, drawn-out, bloody, protracted battle.
Gabriel, what’s a touch manic? (If it’s what it sounds like, he most definitely is one.)
Maggie, I’ve seen Wake Up Cat. Just like Duncan only he doesn’t act all innocent about it. My last cat, Flea, used to knock everything off the bedside table at dawn.
XUP, you might be onto something there. It’s along the same lines as my philosophy of dinner guests: starve them first.
Melinda, my dog Sam was much more civilized and considerate about wake-up time than Duncan. He deferred to my judgement on that matter.