Woke up around 4 a.m. this morning. Sleeping on my stomach, face in my pillow & cat centered perfectly between my shoulder blades. That little 9 pound ball of fluff has never felt so heavy. Ever. Finally get him to jump down and went back to sleep, thankful that it wasn’t the 12 pound cat. Woke again to my alarm clock and the sound of a cat’s bell flying across the house, up the stairs and landing on me. Again. He does his prancing about, shoving his little head under my hand for scratching between the ears. Holy moly, I wish I was as awake as Colby is in the morning. Finally staggered downstairs, consumed my coffee and bore a slight resemblence to the energy output of my cat. That little creature makes me shake my head in amusement on a daily basis. I’m really glad we found him.

Shine On!

Angi