I can hear the alarm clock buzzing away, but I just can't seem to reach it. I find myself in a long and wonderful stretch. Shaking off the nights slumber. I rise to find I am on all fours. Hey, this can't be right! The next thing I see is, me. Still sound asleep with the alarm buzzing away. OK, I am dreaming. There is a mirror right across from the now huge bed and I glance into it to find I am not Karen, I am Megan, my multi-colored cat with the with the freaky eyes. Now I know I am dreaming. Slowly Karen rises and heads for the kitchen for coffee. Great! I need coffee to shake this dream off. Jumping from the bed, I am tossed to the ground. I have four feet that don't seem to work like the two I am used too. Making my way to the kitchen I smell the savory aroma of the brewing coffee. I try to speak, but all I hear is a long drawn out meow. "Oh, I am sorry Megan, you want your breakfast?", Karen asks. Moments later I am presented with a plate a mushy wet cold meat from a can. Is she kidding? Where is the Starbucks? I turn my nose up at the mess I was presented with. "Suit yourself," says Karen. Thinking I would be hungry later, she had the nerve to leave the mess on the floor! I watch her head to the bathroom. Now that is what I need. Megan's litter box is kept in the unused bathroom bathtub. It makes it easier to keep clean. I find I am drawn to this room instead of my usual bathroom. Before I know it, I am inside a litter box with an incredible urge to dig. With the morning rituals taken care of, I head for the office and watch as Karen checks her email before taking off to work. They say a cats life is one of eating, and napping. Try as I might, I find myself heading back to the bedroom just as I hear the front door slam shut. I am about to dose off when I glance at the window. The shades are left open for Megan to the watch the day's venues. I catch the flight of a bird. Without thinking, I am out of the bed and chattering at the flying creature. There is no way out of here. Doors closed, alarms set. I feel like a fool wanting to chase after a sparrow. As if I had claws anyway. I am a declaw. New rule when the new furniture arrived. Just for fun, I thought I would try it out. I find myself at the sofa desperately clawing at the arm and slipping with each try. I am thankful no one was watching me. So, what do I do next? I spy the left over roast on the counter that Karen forgot to put away. With just one quick leap the roast was mine! Pan and all, and it lands on the floor with a bang. I eat till I feel I am going to burst. Definitely time for a nap. This time I drag myself to the bedroom and jump to the bed. Kneading with all four feet, I make a comfy spot for myself. As I drift off to sleep, I don't even try to figure out how this happened. Life is good, the bed is soft and my belly is full. The next sound I hear is the front door opening and the yells of anger at the mess I left on the kitchen floor. Where are you Megan? Another full body stretch and I take my time to meet my owner. Wandering in between her legs, she can't help but to pick me up and snuggle against my jet gray and white fur. Yes indeed, life is good.