4:40 a.m.


The cat is sitting on my nightstand.

Looking at me.

When I don't wake up, he starts tossing things off my nightstand. One earring. A bottle of water. Two books.

Grrrrr.

I pick him up off the nightstand, with the full intention of tossing him into the office and closing the door so that I can get another hour or two of sleep.

And he starts to purr and purr and purr. It's a lovefest.

And I'm wide awake.

TGIF.

Comments

Paul said…
Why is it that cats make up for "annoying" with "unbearably cute?"

Actually, I'm missing my kitties -- no pets allowed at Wooster :-(

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