We all had a better morning today. Chaucer held off on the opera until about ~5am. He came into bed and snuggled against me for a few minutes. Shawshank got out of bed to use the bathroom, which prompted Chaucer to follow and perform an encore. I went out to the living room and brought…
It’s morning. It’s been morning since 3:07am, when Chaucer started howling. This continued at regular intervals until he finally managed to find his way into the bedroom and onto the bed. Unfortunately, he didn’t slot himself into the correct spot by my legs. He wasn’t hitting the “the cats are safe, you can sleep now”…
It’s Saturday and I’m out of bed what more do you want from me?