silverthorne

By some poor cat that got caught outside in the rain and thunder.

So our morning started with both of us jerking awake, and the following conversation:

Foot: Mauw?

Me: I think it's the grey cat again.

Foot: Mr--row?

Me: Some people just don't take as good care of their cats.

*pause*

Foot: Murr...

Me: Yeah, I know. It's kinda sad.

Right now, Foot is alternating between eating her kibble and hanging out by the now-open porch door, listening for the other cat (we can't see him). Every time he meows (it isn't often, but it is loud), she perks up and tries to see where he is.

In other Foot news, she's found a new sleeping position that makes me wish I had a camera with me in bed, and excellent aim (and probably Reed Richard's arms so I could get the distance needed for a good picture).

Anyhow, I woke up twice last night; once to Foot resting her chin and a paw on my belly, and this morning (an hour before the other cat woke us up), she was doing the same thing, except she was resting on my left shoulder and leaning up against the pillow there.

I passed back out from cute. *g*