LP , " I am a morning person who stays up late. I know. I am an enigma . My morning routine was fairly predictable when Lewis used to be in the house. He basically was my alarm clock. First , he would whack the wooden blinds against the bedroom window until I would scream sweet nothings at him. He would then attack my feet. He would give me a few moments of respite, and then just as my eyelids would blissfully shut again, he would sit on my face. When that didn't produce the results he was looking for , he would hit the snooze button on the radio which would blast overly cheerful morning music into the bedroom. If all else failed, he would climb the t.v. stand and turn the t.v. on , making certain he hit the volume button to an ear piercing level. In other words , Lewis was responsible for getting me out of bed each morning and for keeping me moving. He was my four legged , slightly manic cup of morning coffee.
Once up, I would stumble to the bathroom and begin my morning ablutions. Duffy, who would now be the giddy cream to that manic cup of coffee would follow me, with Lewis in the lead ; everyone else in the household continued to peacefully sleep on oblivious to what played out every morning , like well greased catwork. Immediately upon entering the bathrom , Lewis and Duffy would climb into the bath tub in order to better cheer my early morning efforts on . This no doubt occurred in the hopes that their breakfast would thereby be served sooner.Yes, that's correct , I said they would climb into the bath tub. Of their own voalition.
LP , " Sergeant Major Lewis , I never thought I'd say this but I miss your morning bugle calls. I hope you are part of a cheering squad wherever you find yourself. I hope you have front row seats."
Have a Terrific Tuesday.
See you soon.
the critters in The Cottage