This morning I woke up around O-dark-thirty (we are late to bed, late to rise people) to a cat standing on my chest and purring at me. I suspect Molly purred me awake. She's got quite a little engine in there. So, we had a sweet little cuddle, during which time I was never 100% awake, and then I drifted back to sleep while Molly decided to go explore something new. Like, probably, my laundry hamper.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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