The Boy was gone all weekend. This meant more staying up late and sleeping in in the morning for Kitten Thunder and me. So when my mom wrote in with her Daylight Savings report: that Cousins Spade, Gracie and Jigger were up with her at 5 a.m., I had a much better report.
I got up, fed the kittehs in the dark, and we went back to bed.
Oliver loves this part of Sunday.
Obi, especially with The Boy gone, is tormented by Sunday. By the time I got up he was in frantic need of a belly rub. And a brushing. And some play time. Then he was ready for me to sit down with some coffee so he could nap on my lap.
And a while later, Oliver came to find us. Then the napping got serious.
And now the weekend is over, The Boy’s train show is done, and all will return to normal.
Which looks pretty much the same.