So named because one eye took a long time to open when he was born, Pirate is also affectionately known alternately as Frat Boy or Mike Tyson. He’s a big beefy cat with a tiny little voice, who likes to bite the hands that feed him. A few days after we got him, when still a tiny kitten, he sailed off the upstairs landing and broke his leg. He spent several days at the vet, gnawing off his little cast and getting an extra round of antibiotics. Now that he’s grown up, he’s an excellent lounger, and is entertained for hours by the birds outside. One catbird in particular loves to taunt him at the front window.
Loves cuddling up to shoes. Loves soaking up the sun and casting Batman shadows. Loves perching on a chair arm or windowsill and watching the world pass by. Adores boxes. Loves joining the humans in the bathroom (prefers running water to still). Enjoys heads-butts and cuddling up to his daddy at bedtime.
Felix the heat-seaking cat inserts his small self between the humans, matching purrs to snores. Kasey the dog stirs at the foot of the bed. I wait for a cold nose to tell me it’s time to go out, but this chilly morning his deep doggy sigh tells me he’s settled in for the duration, and we all drift back to sleep.
I don’t have many indulgences, but fresh ground coffee beans for my coffee each morning is one of them. Before my shower, and before I’m even awake, really, I stumble to the kitchen, pour beans in the grinder and get the coffee started for the day.
This is also a sign to the kitties to run to the kitchen and line up for treats. Sad are the mornings when I’ve forgotten to stock up on treats- I try to pass off their regular food but they know better and walk away in disdain, tails twitching.
No matter how busy the morning, I try to grab a few minutes by the window, cup in hand, enjoying the first few sips of my morning brew. But the best mornings are the ones with no agenda and no deadline, to savor an entire mug and ease into the day.