morning

Morning is my favorite time of day. I like to get up before the alarm goes off, usually around 5:oo am. Since the humans are still asleep, I get to wake them up!

First I unravel myself from my fuzzy blanket at the foot of the bed. I stretch like a cat, have a yawn and shake the sleep out of my head. I jump onto the sleeping body of victim number one and, with careful balance, make my way to his head. Now I wash his face. I begin by licking his lips for him. Then I clean out his eyes. From there I give his nose a wipe and before I know it he is grabbing me in a playful bear hug. I find myself being whisked off the bed and into the dark.

Once I get in from the backyard, I can count on a cookie. While the coffee beans are being ground, I track down my lost toys and my bully stick. But wait. There is still something missing. While the coffee drips into the pot, I prance down the shadowy hallway to the bedroom. Sure enough, there is the missing human. I whine and whine and scratch at the bed. I bring my ball and try to engage her in a game of fetch. I whine and whine and soon a hand drops down over the edge of the bed. I kiss the hand and give some little love nips. Next thing I know the legs and feet appear and she is getting into her slippers.

I can now relax and have my morning chew while the humans yawn and drink coffee. The world is in order and we can get on with the new day.