It’s 5:15 am. Willie the cat is sitting on me as I huddle under the blankets and try to ignore him.
Willie: Hey. You. Get up. I’m hungry.
Me: Ugh, Willie. Go back to sleep. It’s early.
Willie: You have to get up. I heard you shifting. I know you’re awake.
Me: Willie, the alarm won’t even go off for 15 more minutes. Get off me.
Willie: You said I don’t cuddle enough. I’m cuddling.
Me: You’re not cuddling, you’re pestering. Cuddling happens when I’m awake and feel like petting you. This is not cuddling.
Willie: Feed me.
Me: Listen, you’re a nice cat. I never thought I’d like a cat as much as I like you. You’ve really grown on me in the past couple of months. But seriously, it’s a quarter after five in the morning. Go away.
Willie: If you don’t feed me, I won’t pose for any more pictures.
Me: I don’t care, I’ve already got half a dozen pictures of you for sale on Getty Images. I don’t need more. What I need is sleep. Please?
Willie: I’m bored. I think I’ll chase this random bit of plastic around under your bed for a while. Don’t you love that skittering noise? Oh, and don’t bother getting up to take it away from me, because I have twenty more pieces just like it stashed all over the house.
Me: Speaking of stashed, could you please stop stealing the kids’ stuffed animals? You get them all slobbery and full of dog hair when you carry them around the house.
Willie: It’s not my fault your dog is a giant shedding hair ball.
Me: Willie, please? Go play with the boys, I’m sure they’d love to be woken up by your adorableness.
Willie: It’s more fun aggravating you.
Me: Clearly. So listen, since I’m up anyway, can we talk about the Christmas tree? I’ve survived three kids’ worth of toddler years and I’ve never yet had a Christmas tree come down. And yet, I’m thinking we may have a problem this year.
Willie: What kind of problem? Lucas is old enough to know not to touch the tree.
Me: Um, yeah. It’s not Lucas, it’s you I’m worried about.
Willie: Me?
Me: Yeah. Like how you like to knock things over? And how you chase shiny things? And steal stuff? And climb things? And chew through cardboard?
Willie: I’m not getting you.
Me: Willie, we are seriously afraid to put up the Christmas tree this year. You’re a menace without a giant tree full of breakables in the middle of the living room.
Willie: You keep your breakable ornaments on a shelf.
Me: Yeah, but I was hoping this would be the year I get to actually put them on the tree, yanno?
Willie: You’ve got three rambunctious boys and you think the cat is going to be the one who brings down the tree?
Me: Okay, you can have that one. But even as toddlers, the boys didn’t climb up on the shelves and purposefully knock things off of them — something you have been known to do.
Willie: See, it doesn’t really matter where you put them. So I can perch in the tree, right?
Me: Oy. I’m going back to sleep…
Willie: Good luck with that. Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here and bat books off the shelf and onto the bed until you get up and feed me.
Me: *whimper*
Edited to add: Ha! From Vanessa’s comment below – yeah, this:


























