Wake Up Call

"Mommy! Mommy! Wake Up!" she yelled and she ran this way and that around the room.  She would jump up on the bed where her mom slept, then across the room to the window.  Then she would do it all over again, all the time her collar jiggling the identification tags that were there.

"Amber leave me alone.  I want to sleep," said the girl that was on the bed who had raised Amber from a kitten.

"But it is something really important," was Amber's quick reply as she emphasized the "really important" part by lengthing the words.  She was currently sitting on top of her mother and looking into the sleepy eyes. 

"Yes, yes I know.  It is always really important when you wake me up in the morning.  It also always has something to do with your food dish.  Now let me sleep," was her mother's exasperated reply as she turned over on her side causing Amber to tumble off the bed. 

"Well then you leave me no choice," with that she started her second wake up plan.  She started with chewing on a piece of plastic that was on the floor then ran over to some papers that were on the floor and rolled on them, making them crumple.  Then She jumped up on to the table that sat in the middle of the room.  Her mother used it for all kinda of different things and Amber knew she was not aloud up there.

"Amber! Get down from there!"  the shout rang loud and clear through the house.  Amber did as she was told knowing if she didn't she would be getting more than she had wanted.  To many times before had she knocked something important off that table.  Once it had been her grandmother's music box that her mom treasured so much.  The music box had broken, and Amber had hided for half a day before her mom's anger was no longer directed at her.

"Alright show me," was her mother's reply to this last drastic act.  But it had worked and Amber happily showed her mother to her food dish.  "You still have food."

"But there are ants on it!" Amber's eyes grew big at the thought of her food being left like that. 

"And why are there ants in your food?"

"Because they found it last night."

"How could they have found the food if there was a water moat around it?"

"Because I drank the moat."

"So it is your own fault."

"But I was thirsty."

"You have a bowl of water sitting right there and there is plenty still in it."

"But the moat water tastes better."

"Well then you can eat the food with the ants in it and get some each protein," said her mom as she walked out of the room and back to her own bed, which welcomed her like an old friend into a warm embrace.  Knowing she would not get any sympathy from her as long as she was sleepy she headed out to find someone else who would sympathize with her.  Finding Uncle Ron in the living room she jumped up on his lap and said with her most innocent eyes.

"Mommy's being mean to me."  And just like she predicted he patted her on the head and gave her the pity she wanted.