Sleeping in until 6:30—life is good! I pee broke Albus and found all the cats staring out from the porch in awe at the dawn passage of a herd of deer. So many puffy tails I have not seen since the foster kittens, who are now about seven and a half months old, were first allowed free range of the house! Aaand the fuzzies want me to know that breakfast—say it with me, now—is very late!
May your day be free of vexation, and your night, calm. *huggles*