Saturday, August 30, 2014

Mornings . . .

I've met some morning people during my 37 year stay on this planet. They look like people. They walk and talk like people... but surely, their odd desire to wake with the birds and skip after breakfast is an alien trait:). Personally, when the birds start singing... I start thinking it's time to go to bed. Most mornings I do need a crane and strong smell of coffee to get me out of bed... or, better yet - a strange, catlike creature to whisper 'Good Morning, Princess' into my sleepy ear...

2 comments:

carolyn Gavin said...

Love this pattern and this Giant cat! I'm up with the birds myself!

orange you lucky! said...

Thanks Carolyn:)... I knew you were an early bird:).