📝🐱⏰The 7:30 Inspection and My Night-Time Duties

This morning, I arrived for inspection at 7:30.

Yes, 7:30.

My humans had been granted a full extra hour of sleep.

I do hope they appreciated it.

Such generosity from senior management should never be considered standard procedure.

When I finally appeared, I was exceptionally affectionate. Lots of cuddles. Close contact. A particularly warm and loving performance.

There was, of course, a perfectly sensible reason for this.

Breakfast had not yet been served.

I have discovered that humans respond rather well to encouragement. One could sit beside an empty food bowl looking disappointed, but I prefer a more advanced management technique.

I cuddle them.

I purr.

I make myself completely irresistible.

Then, once they are properly awake and emotionally invested, I gently remind them that the kitchen exists.

It is not manipulation.

It is staff development.

I had also been busy during the night.

At some point, I decided that Miss Moo Moo Longtail needed to be brought onto the bed again.

So I brought her.

Personally.

One must understand that night-time household management does not simply stop because the humans have gone to sleep.

Apparently, they believe bedtime means that everyone stays exactly where they were left.

How charming.

Sometimes Miss Moo Moo Longtail is clearly in the wrong place.

And when that happens, somebody has to take responsibility.

That somebody is me.

I therefore collected her and transported her to the bed, where she evidently belonged.

Why?

Because I decided so.

There are certain executive decisions that simply do not require a committee meeting.

My humans may occasionally wake up and wonder why Miss Moo Moo Longtail has mysteriously appeared beside them.

There is no mystery.

There is simply excellent service.

I inspect the household, relocate important personnel when necessary and make sure the sleeping arrangements meet my standards.

Then, after completing my overnight duties, I generously allowed my humans to sleep until 7:30 before reporting for the morning shift.

And what did I find?

No breakfast.

Honestly.

You give the staff one extra hour and immediately standards begin to slip.

Fortunately, I was there to provide cuddles, supervision and a gentle reminder of their responsibilities.

Another successful night and morning under my leadership.

Yours, Mrs. Cotton 🐱🐾