We (I) have a morning routine: alarm sounds at 5:01 am. I either:
- lay in bed trying to decide what day it is, what I’m going to wear and hoping I don’t fall back asleep, or
- jump out of bed.
This morning, I opted for #1. Bridget, however, thought I should have selected #2. She was obnoxious. Purring in my ear, purring while collapsing on my arm, kneading my belly…just shamefully insistent.
I need to get rid of the cats so I can get in my snooze time when I want it. Why don’t they ever bother Kelly in the morning?