Enslaved by Ducks

Oh. My. God. 

I haven't slept soundly for a long period of time in years. My thoughts turned to the unheeded warnings in the pages of Enslaved by Ducks as my largest cat decided to chew on my feet this morning at about 4:00am.  That caused my to kick the bratty puss off the end of the bed, which made sufficient commotion to wake the dog, who felt that 4am is a fine time to get up and have breakfast, and before I knew there was a circus of cats and dogs whining, scratching and jumping about.  I am very tired, and even worse I have been enslaved by my ducks (to use the term).  My ducks are actually the only well behaved animals on the farm, but they get the title in honor of author Bob Tarte.