I’ve been a little bit sick (cold, respiratory, no big, happens all of the time) and as a result I’ve been TIRED. How tired, you ask? Tired like, “You know, making coffee would be a LOT of work right now. Maybe I’ll have some Diet Coke. Except, you know, drinking Diet Coke would be a lot of work right now. Maybe I’ll just go back to sleep zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
This is how Bean responds to a sleeptastic Yellie:
She still wakes me up at four freaking AM.
AWESOME. WHO DOESN’T LOVE THAT IT’S GREAT a little bit frustrating.
So when she did it this morning, I got up. I stumbled into the kitchen. I got out her treats. And then, because hand-eye coordination isn’t exactly my thing when I’m not fully awake, I dropped the bag on the floor.
Kitty cookies EVERYWHERE.
I might have cursed, had I been more fully awake. Instead I just sighed and looked at the floor, and the treats that were everywhere.
For Bean, it was like Christmas. It was BETTER than Christmas. It was like the skies (er, ceiling) had opened up and rained down delicious food. She helpfully began cleaning it up by nomming every treat she could get her paws on.
I just sat on the floor and watched her. After a few minutes, I started to giggle. She looked so HAPPY. She kept looking up at me and chirping her little Beansie chirps as if to say: THIS? Is the BEST. DAY. EVER.
I leaned against the fridge. She nommed and purred.
There are probably worse ways to begin the day.