My garage cats thought the time change was a good time for a present

I slept in this morning, enjoying the temporary extra darkness offered both by the time change and an overcast morning. After tossing the boys who wanted to be annoying until they got breakfast out of the bedroom, the rest of us snuggled under the covers for an extra few hours of cuddle session.

But all good things must come to an end, and I wasn’t going to laze in bed until noon, even with the time change. Once up and with the bed made, I did my usual groping down the hallway trying to avoid tails and whiskers walk, appreciating the smell of coffee drawing me nearer to full wakefulness.

Nothing like a good dose of reality to bring you fully awake

My anticipated reunion with the elixir of life, the elixir of the bean was not to be for longer than anticipated, however. I stepped gingerly out into the garage (as I’ve learned by experience to do) and was immediately grateful for my caution. Before me, spread out like a veritable feline smorgasbord was what was left of the latest hunting expedition. I can only figure that the girls grew tired of waiting for me to show up to give them their morning can of food, and took it out on the corpse because head, brains, entrails and other frighteningly graphic body parts were scattered about three feet around the poor, deceased rodent. Feeling incredibly grateful for an empty stomach and still slightly bleary eyes, I cleaned up the mess while praising the girls highly. I still stand by my belief that a rat corpse waiting for me to clean it up beats the heck out of live ones breeding in my garage and destroying everything in sight.

Now fully awake, I proceeded with the daily filling of the bowls, separating those who would eat everyone’s food from those who are dainty and like to take their time before finally wrapping my hands lovingly around the liquid which brings light to my day, life to my body and joy to my face.

A new lesson learned

A change in the time on the clock is not a good enough reason to delay feeding time at the zoo, unless nasty surprises are my wake up call of choice (NOT!). Cats don’t care what time it might be. They simply want their breakfast regardless of the fact that dry food is available 24/7. They are, after all, creatures of habit. Dylan is, of course, the exception as he is very particular and will only eat dry food and strawberries.

In other news, “Frederick the Mouse” went through his first critique…

…and emerged, not only relatively unscathed but with some terrific suggestions for making him better, including a better title. Let him now be known as “Frederick the Gentlemouse”. I have decided, too, that working on the rewrite of Frederick will be my reward, my carrot as it were, for getting a few more pages done on the draft I started in November. You might have seen me refer to it by its working title: “A Dubious Gift”. In the absence of motivations like real deadlines, I have to motivate myself, and I think this might be what I need to do it.

Stay tuned for reports on how this new plan works.

For now, I’ll leave you with my gratitudes:
1. I am grateful I have learned caution when placing bare feet on garage floor. You just never know what the unaware might find!
2. I am grateful for new ways to motivate myself.
3. I am grateful that the live rodent population no longer finds my garage a hospitable home.
4. I am grateful for a semi-lazy day which still saw some things accomplished.
5. I am grateful for abundance: motivation, encouragement, love, life, joy, happiness, cuddles, harmony, peace, health and prosperity.

Blessed Be

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