The little bastard had me up at 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday.
More like he was meowing and pawing at the resident artiste’s bedroom door so she came out to wake me up to “deal with your boy!”.
I served the feline masters’ breakfast then opened the door to the chilly balcony for the boy.
Turned on the Daylight lamp. Prepared myself a cup of instant coffee.
I wrote in my “Wellness Log” journal for a while, going through a few facial tissues in the process.
Next I wanted to write in my deep thoughts and recordings of the mundane journal. Then he came along to warm up his cold little paws.
I love him even though he frustrates me.
Made another cup of instant coffee. Put bread in the new toaster oven. Went back to the table to attempt some writing. Burned toast in that GD toaster oven. Set off the smoke alarm.
Started another batch of toast. Had to set the microwave timer so as I wouldn’t burn this one.
What about that Tabby cat?
She didn’t even get up for breakfast or bird sighting exercises on the balcony. She seemed quite contented, curled up in a quiet corner (despite the faux daylight).
I feel her.
I will eventually shake off this morning funk, shower and head out for some walkies, fresh air and local shopping. How about you?
Thanks for dropping by – and not waking the Tabby.