The saga of Nacho part 2.

     Last time we left Nacho jumping out of a 2nd story window.  This post will be about, what a great alarm clock he made.  At this time I had been working the same hours for a couple of years now and getting up at the same time each morning.  Nacho my cat had a habit of curling up on top of me at night while I slept.  One morning the power had gone off long enough to reset my alarm clock.  Some how he noticed that not all was right in his world and he began to meow, loudly I might add, and in an almost question like way.  Perhaps it was cat for, "Hey dummy, wake up!  Oh and don't forget my fresh water."  From that day on, he would wake me up each and every morning.  Oh, and believe it or not, he learned that weekends were for sleeping in.  This continued for several years, until one night something bad happened.
     I had a slight tummy ache and in my great wisdom chosen to eat a pepperoni pizza and then wash it down with a large glass of OJ.  Not the best combo I know, but in my defense it was the only thing I had in the fridge to drink.  I retired early that night in hopes of being able to sleep it off.  I awakened suddenly with a violent urge to empty my stomach contents.  An urge I answered and had no control over, unfortunately for my cat, who had chosen to fall asleep on my chest that night.  My sudden movement awakened Nacho just in time for him to open his eyes and get a face full of what once had been in my tummy.  I can't imagine what he must have felt like at that moment, but from the look of horror and disgust on his face....I bet it was not good.  Now, there I am, with a cat completely covered in puke and feeling like crap.  To add insult to injury, I had to clean him off and the only thing I could think of at that moment was the shower.  Now most cats hate water, Nacho really really hated to get wet.  I had never seen him so pissed off before.
     The following day I had gotten over the stomach issue and set my clock to go off in the morning like usual and went to bed.  I awoke not to my cat nor my alarm clock going off, but to the sun shining in my window.  Crap!  I had over slept.  Looking around trying to figure out what went wrong, my cat is nowhere to be seen and what do I find?  My clock not only laying on the floor, but also unplugged!  I swear that Nacho had to have knocked it off my headboard on purpose!  Also, from that day on, he never slept on my chest and never again woke me up in the morning.  Moral of the story....don't puke on your cat.