I then, with a blissful smile of I-could-lie-here-for-hours-if-I-wanted, glanced over....
.....and saw a cat staring at me through the window!!!!!!
(insert a mini stroke here.)
For the record, I really like cats. I had no siblings my age or neighbors as a child (little lady in the big apple boonies) and thus, cats and dogs were essentially my best friends. I attribute my broad imagination to my childhood of dorkdom. And yes, I loved those cats.
But this cat? Hell to the no.
Imagine waking up and seeing this in the window two feet from you:
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After regaining consciousness, I jolted out of my bed and banged on the glass and watched the vacuum-lint-colored kitty scurry up the stairs of my fire escape. And I thought pigeons were bad.
I'm off to try and start my morning on a brighter note.
until next time,
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