August 2023
Morning is a relative term in our house right now. It could be any time that has an AM after it. Maybe 4 am, or 5 am, and possibly by the grace of all things good 6 am. But morning comes quickly with Goose the deaf kitten we adopted last week. He’s only 13 weeks old so he has not learned the etiquette of our home yet.
First, it took 7 days for him and our resident cat Buttercup to meet, recognizing neither are leaving and settling into a walking-on-eggshells relationship, where they remain at the moment.
Now back to mornings. This particular morning started before the sun that I could see although I think in Goose’s brain it had hit the horizon in Europe so he counted it as up. I was woken by a 3 lb all-white ball of fluff using the bed as a race track. Luckily for him, Jon fell asleep on the couch watching TV so he had the entire half of a king-size bed to make his laps. This little boy has speed I tell you. Zoom up the bed, pivot then zoom away. We should have named him Hamilton or possibly Max after some of the current big names in F1 racing!
At first, I was not aware of what exactly was happening, the sensations I could feel in the bed in the dark were new to my brain, and being asleep didn’t help. However, I quickly figured out it was Goose. Up and down, around and around. He would collide into me on some laps and others just run straight up my back. I have to admit that part felt good. Like tiny little elves massaging my back up and down. When it is dark because I can not hear I have no idea if he has jumped off the bed and gone careening downstairs to try out a new race track there or if he is just still on the bed waiting for the starting lights to turn off so he could go again. For Goose, not hearing means nothing. A cat’s eyesight is better than a human’s, so any bit of light in the room, even from the moon, is good for him. Night driving may be his favorite sport but I prefer daytime activities so after what seemed like an hour which was more likely 7 mins I was grateful he made a pit stop and I soon drifted back to sleep.
This was short-lived as I was awoken once again but this time not by the speed of a marshmallow with legs but by nuzzling in my ear. He had climbed up onto my pillow to make it near my ear and I could feel the soft fur and whiskers tickling my face. Opening my eyes again I could just barely make out an already curled-up little ball monopolizing most of my pillow. His little eyes closed and the pulsations of his purring were pouring into the pillow beneath my head. I closed my eyes again and drifted into dreamland most magically, forgiving him his trespasses, until tomorrow.
My Blessed Crazy Life 