Ugh. Crawling out of bed to throw on some clothes for Walkies is legitimately an Impossible Task. Having The Boyfriend come in to wake me up for it, though? It’s enough to spur me out of bed. I trudge downstairs… slowly, because my knees are being utter dicks lately. I’m surrounded by cats with varying degrees of attention-whoring. The sweet runt that is Comet, meowing cutely and presenting her backside for scritches as she gives the cat-equivalent of a hug. Mars, the chonky-boi, lifting his head for face rubs. And then, the old man that is Batman, flitting to and fro, like he’s forgotten where he is and really just wants to curl up in a lap somewhere.

This morning, the cats get trapped inside (hurry and shut the back door!), while we stretch and prepare for the Walkies. They really miss being able to go along for that, as now we live in a big, scary city with lots of cars and neighbor dogs that bark at invisible frog farts. Too bad they were never harness/leash trained (the one time I did that for the move, Comet nearly murdered me).

The weather was warmer than I estimated, given how windy it sounded outside. Sweat pants and a hoodie were almost too much. The wind made up for that, though.

Unfortunately, I have to take a medication super early in the morning (30 minutes before eating), so I cannot partake in the Coffee of Life until after Walkies. But I can admit that I enjoy being able to sit down at my PC afterwards, cup in hand, and enjoy that first sip. I don’t drink coffee for energy (suspicion: ADHD + coffee = calm?!), I drink it for the sheer enjoyment of flavor and the peace it brings. I drink it to have some semblance of tolerance for actually being awake. I drink it for other peoples’ safety.

Lately, the morning conversations have been mostly one-sided. Princess Fluffybutt (Floof, for short), especially, has a lot to say, as I follow her around to the familiar spaces she frequents every morning – inspecting for… who knows what or why?! I listen intently and give feedback, of course, because that’s just the kind of hooman I am. Who doesn’t listen and talk with their cat/s?! Monsters that don’t deserve them, obviously.

Then again, maybe I’M the weird one…