The morning came very very early this morning. At one point I thought I heard Chaucer getting sick. I yelled out, and immediately fell back to sleep. I’m a terrible kitty dad. I think I got up in the night to go to the bathroom, but I’m not too sure. Maybe. Maybe not.

It’s a mystery.

But we’re all up now. Chaucer is on Crystal’s blanket, which he’s kind of taken over. Pippin just jumped up and is totally comfortable on my lap. It’s been colder her, and she’s always trying to jump and snuggle in my lap.

It’s not that I had a terrible sleep, it just was broken up m, by waking up, and all that jazz. I was a little tossy turny. I don’t think I was too warm, just up pretty early, and just dozed mostly. I think I’m gonna try and possibly nap this afternoon. I’m of a certain age now. I guess we nap now.

But first, coffee.