Felis Catus believes that you have finally figured out how to live. Finally you are lying around in bed in a dream state. Warm and silent. Many hours of the day.
If you watch him, you will learn it all.
FC greets the day elegantly stretching. A visit to the box. A desultory crunching at the food bowl, a stampede across the house and to bed.
His awareness is exquisite. The slightest wiffy rustle and his eyes are open. Perhaps he senses action outside. He will alert you. If you watch.
He can't guard the yard, but he is a darn good secretary. (keeper of secrets?)
He knows to beat it when the going gets weird.
Bye the bye, FC is mad for classic rock and roll.
A very good morning, this Tuesday on earth, to you all.
(waves hello to Olive)