IF you only get 2 1/2 hours of sleep because the cat howls all night long at the window? The cat goes to heaven.
Seriously. He goes tomorrow. Apparently there is an hour appointed to, er, every cat? He’ll actually go to the Humane Society, but being deformed, black and nasty?
He’ll be with kitty angels by the afternoon.
Am I sad? Not really. He had a good life here. And he’s cougar bait outdoors. He won’t stay indoors (even opens the sliding glass door) and howls at the window.
When you get up at 4:30 AM to try to quietly kill time so as not to awaken the family because you can’t sleep? You should definitely make home made English muffins. To Die For. With farm fresh eggs, turkey bacon and fresh juice (apple/carrot/champagne grape/lemon) and jasmine tea. And you should clean your kitchen floor. Because English muffins do NOT have the corner on nooks and crannies.
And when you collapse back into your bed at 9:30 because all of the sudden you are overwhelmed with exhaustion? Just roll with it. And when you wake up at 11:45 feeling like a million bucks? Put on your work out clothes, get the weights out and then sit in front of your lap top typing about how you had a morning of unusual proportion.
So! Now I’m off for some chick exercising with free weights and Pilates curls that came straight from the bowels of hell.
Cuz looking awesome does NOT come from sitting in front of your laptop in yoga pants.