Odie, my hairless cat, practically gnawed my face off this morning until I woke up, at six am, and opened the window for him to bird watch. As part of what is fast becoming his new daily routine, I also have to cover his bald body with his fuzzy blanket just so, or else he’s too cold to sit in the ‘chill’ morning air. Today’s artic temperature before sunrise: 65° Fahrenheit.
Did I ever mention I go to bed at four am? well, I go to sleep at four am. Every night. And now I’m up. Blogging. While odie watches birds flit past his screened-in perched.
No sleep for the odie mamas. I am glad he’s happy though. Bastard. Lovely, lovely bastard.
O and om. ♡