miladygrey

So, the story of my mornings now in the new house. It is worth noting that the house has three levels--the finished basement, the living room/kitchen, and the two bedrooms upstairs.

I: get up

Yeats: stays in bed, because it's summer.

Westley and Hector: prowl impatiently around the bedroom while I shower and dress, because someone should be feeding them.

I: go downstairs.

Westley and Hector: race me down the stairs, almost tripping me.

I: go downstairs again, to the basement.

Westley and Hector: start yowling dramatically at their empty food bowls, which are at the foot of the basement steps.

I: getting the food out of the laundry room. "Yes, guys, I know."

Westley and Hector: om nom nom.

I: go back up to the kitchen, have my coffee and my twenty or so minutes of calm time before the day kicks into gear.

Westley: at some point meanders back upstairs and goes to take his post-breakfast nap on the sofa.

A small plaintive voice from somewhere in the basement: "Mew? Mew? Meeeeeeeeeh?"

I: go back down the stairs to the basement.

Hector: is sitting forlornly in the dark.

I: "You ninnyhammer, did you forget that you can go back up the steps?"

Hector: "MOM! Everyone left, but you came for me!"

I: go back up the stairs, almost tripping over a super-enthusiastic Hector who wants to headbutt my calves to show his love as I lead him back up into daylight.

He's only alive because he's so darned cute, I swear.

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