As soon as you pull your comforter a little further up, a watchful eye opens.
It doesn't take long before the ears prick up, the loud purring starts, and - there you are, opening your own eyes to a new dawn - at the usual hour; only now, the clock shows five AM.
"Ok," you say, getting up, making coffee, feeding the little beast. Then, wide awake yourself now, you think you might as well work on a new blog feature; after all, it'll be hopeless to try to go back to sleep.
"Hey! You"
Snore.....



Hi, Inge. What a sweet, sweet cat. I love cats, my pet by choice, but none at the moment (lost ours awhile back). A cat two hangars down has actually adopted us as her own. She wanders in and out of our hangar like she owns the place. Don't know her name, but she now answers to "Kitty Black-White". As for the time change, I wish they'd leave things well alone. I have enough trouble as it is keeping to a schedule!
ReplyDeleteHi, Sharon - you better check the plane before taking off-you might just have a four-legged stow-away.
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