So mornings are better now that the sun comes in the window and lands on my scratching post. Mom stumbles out of bed and I race her to the living room, climbing up to watch her come into the room.
Ugh! She's got that flashy box. Well, I'm just going to turn around then.
Mom goes to get her cereal and I just sit and wait. Does she still have that box? I can give her a cold shoulder, but I don't want to go too far, like moving. The sunshine feels really nice on my fur.
Mom likes to run her hands over my fur when I'm sitting here.
Oh hi. Are you done taking photos, mom? I guess the flashy part didn't go off in my face. I like that. Is it time for you to go to work? Okay, I'll go sleep on your bed then and wait for you to come home.