I took one for the team this morning. The rest of the family, well Mario and Hubby, are sleeping peacefully. I’m sipping coffee with a well-fed cat on my lap at 5:20 AM.
This on the day I was going to skip my workout and sleep in a little.
Oh well. I’m still skipping my workout.
Gracie, don’t let the name fool you, is our force-adopted cat that Chip left behind when he went to school. Maybe you remember, she’s the one who cries so pathetically when Chip isn’t around. Now that it’s been a few months, she cries pathetically when my hubby is not around. Or when he’s in our bedroom behind closed doors. Sleeping. In fact, she just hopped off my lap and is now crying in front of our bedroom door again. What am I? Chopped liver?! Excuse me while I go get her….
We don’t let her in our bedroom because it’s Tiger’s only safe place. Tiger, don’t let the name fool you, is bullied by Gracie who chases him through the house and occasionally catches him. Tiger will run to our bedroom and cower in the corner until we realize what is happening. We scold Gracie who looks at us innocently and pretends she doesn’t know what we’re talking about.
Anyway, when Gracie started crying a little after 5 this morning, I tried to get back to sleep. No such luck. And since my hubby was up even later than I last night, I gave in to her crying, fed her some breakfast, and started the coffee.
Now here I sit, trying to keep her quiet, while my family sleeps. Tomorrow, it’s back to being Hubby’s job. This time of day is for the birds…. and cats.