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A lot of people have routines every morning that are full of mundane things, and I am one such person. What is normal to me is waking up to a howling cat, a dog licking my face, and another one filling so much of the bed that I’m left with a postage stamp of real estate on one corner of my queen sized bed. 

Because we live in the middle of no where, with no neighbors in visible sight, I don’t have blinds or drapes on my bedroom windows. When the sun comes up, I get the ambient light from those North facing windows and I wake up to it filling the room…on the weekend. The weekdays are dictated by the alarm clock, and/or the dogs and cats – specifically if BJ is out of town. When he’s around I’m lucky he’s an early riser – 4am and he’s up and running, leaving me to a blissful morning of sleeping in.

But this week he’s gone to Indiana and I’m the master of the house. My mornings start off about 3 am with the puppy whining to be let out. If I’m lucky, I can sneak past the geriatric cats, get Cassie out the door and us back in bed without waking up the others.

Then, around 5:30 the howling starts. Momma, the eldest of my 5 cats and clearly the most surly of the bunch starts in meowing at the top of her lungs, and scratching on the bedroom window. I have no idea why. She’s loud and obnoxious and all I really want to do at that point is choke her. I don’t. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep, cover my face and she’ll give up, but that’s a rare treat the older she gets. Tigger will sometimes join her in her frenzy to annoy me. He won’t meow. He’ll just keep clawing at the covers over my face – his way of letting me know that he knows I’m awake.

So, up I go, in a hurry, to get everyone fed. My mornings are all about feeding. When my feet hit the floor, every animal in the house starts in and wants their fair share of food, attention, being let out, being let in, whatever. No one animal is happy with what/who comes first. On the weekends, I hit outside first, just to escape the noise and demands going on in the house.

more tomorrow, with pix.

… you consider sleeping on the couch because you don’t want to wake the dogs on the bed.

Ba’-DA-dum. I’ll be here all week………….Thank yew, thank yew ver’ much…

…you keep the house frigidly cold for their sake, while you’re wrapped up in 3 layers of flannel.