5 a.m. Kitty Wrangling
Sorry, Gizzie, but sitting on my chest and nibbling my fingers at dark-thirty isn’t going to get you fed yet, even on Caturday. Daddy has to get up.
But it’s still sweet to feel your purr vibrating through my body and see your sweet little kitten face nuzzled in my neck.
It’s ungodly early. Nothing is going to happen today in our house. Coffee #1 has been consumed. The sun rises at 7:06. Guess what I’m going to do!