A furry alarm clock

We have one.

It also has four legs, blue eyes, a tail and whiskers.

She is officially set to 6 AM ("Set alarm" function permanently broken) and has a snooze button.

The perp: Emma (a.k.a. Monkey, Schwootzy, Buns, Bunny, Little, Stevie, Lemon, Chick, Chicky; don't ask, okay? Cat people name their cats multiple names...).

It's not food she wants or the litter boxes scooped.

She wants her peeps to wake up: "It's morning! It's morning! It's morning!"

I feel especially sorry for Tom this AM; he didn't sleep last night.

So I brought her with me into our home office and she lays curled up like a folded piece of the softest silk you've ever petted in the chair next to me as I write this.

Picture will be posted later when Tom wakes up-- they're on my laptop in our bedroom where he is sawing enough logs to get fined by the Forest Service.

Until then, just imagine tiny paws slowly walking up your legs as you dream about painting on the beach with a circus nearby. (Or, see this post for the true dirt on Emma.)

All perfectly interrupted by the deepest and loudest "meowrrrr!" to come out of the furriest, blue-eyed, little dark mask. If I didn't know better, I'd think she had a three pack-a-day habit.

She is a morning cat. Which totally sucks for me, because I am a night owl.

"The fog comes in on little cat feet" (Sandburg 1919).

In our case it's the foghorn on little cat feet.

Happy Saturday all.