morning commentary

There's something so wonderful about waking up to the weight of not one but two felines pressed against your legs to let you know

a) it's Autumn
b) it's time to get out the heavier blanket
c) there is no feline rivalry so fierce that it cannot be put aside in order to take advantage of a sleeping human-pillow.


Boomer was quite understanding of my need to get up and make caffeine. Pandora, on the other hand, didn't understand why the serving-boy didn't just bring us our hot chocolate and pastry in bed.

I wonder that sometimes, too.