Almost Daily Cat Haiku

Mr. Figgs always looks whiskery. Because he is just a whiskery cat. He is also my Super Special  Cat™.

I’m not finding any words this morning. My brain would like to do the sleeping thing a bit more, and my eyes are on it’s side. I am losing this battle. Sinking deeper in my chair. Breathing slowing. Eyelids are so heavy. Thumbs won’t do what they’re told…

I’ll probably wake up for second breakfast. Or at the very latest, in time for elevensies.

Sweet dreams (are made of cheese…)