Seven O'Clock Saturday Morning

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In a flutter of consciousness, although I want to just shake it off and fall back into the warm folds of sleepy oblivion, I check the alarm clock and see it is six-fifty-nine. I begin to stretch my hand across in a race to beat the alarm, but my arm is only halfway there when it goes off. At least it only beeps a couple of times. But the alarm won this morning!

After rushing Bo outside, I peek through the fence as the eskie takes care of his morning business, and I see Calico sitting tall by the shed looking a little betrayed. A little later, getting the water dish in preparation for the cats' feeding, I also see Socks sitting there and looking rather wide-eyed and concerned.

I don't think they like to eat in the light of day. To exposed to be out in the open of the wilds, even if it is a patio.

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Seven O'Clock Saturday Morning

♠
In a flutter of consciousness, although I want to just shake it off and fall back into the warm folds of sleepy oblivion, I check the alarm clock and see it is six-fifty-nine. I begin to stretch my hand across in a race to beat the alarm, but my arm is only halfway there when it goes off. At least it only beeps a couple of times. But the alarm won this morning!

After rushing Bo outside, I peek through the fence as the eskie takes care of his morning business, and I see Calico sitting tall by the shed looking a little betrayed. A little later, getting the water dish in preparation for the cats' feeding, I also see Socks sitting there and looking rather wide-eyed and concerned.

I don't think they like to eat in the light of day. To exposed to be out in the open of the wilds, even if it is a patio.

xXx