Me, it’s usually a cat.
Usually, it’s Alfred and Dashiell.
Many mornings I waked up with my arm around Freddy, like he’s a stuffed animal.
Dash likes to purr at me, bump his head on my hand, and pat my face with his soft little hands.
Unfortunately, both these boys are drooly purrers.
Still, if you have to wake up, I can’t think of a better way to do it.
Oh, and if you’re wondering where Izaak is, he’s on my legs, under the comforters, licking the insides of my knees.
Dashiell loves to pat my face and purr when I am in bed in the morning.
He pats my face with one paw, although I haven’t been able to capture it with my camera. Yet. (Please forgive my face…I just woke up, eh?)
But there’s more to it than that…
…here’s Angel on my pillow, leaning on my head. I have stereophonic purring between the pair of them! I just wish Dash wouldn’t drool when he purrs.
Swedes love kaviar in a tube. A paste of salted cod roe (Gadus morhua), sugar, canola oil and spices, the most famous brand is Kalle’s Kaviar, but Björn just buys the ICA brand kaviar; it tastes the same and costs less. It’s the standard condiment for hard boiled eggs.
On her first morning with us, Lorelai investigated this fishy delight. She just needs to learn which end it comes out from.
There you go, Rory! You’re getting warmer!
My husband feeds the cats in the morning, so usually when I’m getting ready in the morning, Jacoby is in his house eating. He doesn’t get to come out until the girls are finished eating.
Some mornings, though, everyone eats faster than usual, so Jake gets an early discharge.
When that happens, he comes into my bathroom to help me get dressed for work.
Jake is always sooooo happy to be able to see me in the morning.
I love to spend time with him in the morning, too.
Although, maybe it’s a good thing for my attendance record at work that he doesn’t always get to see me in the morning! Between Jake’s attention and my taking his photo, I’d be late every day!
This week’s Photo Hunt subject is “Rousing.”
Jacoby hates it when we sleep in on Saturdays.
So, when he thinks I’ve had enough sleeping, he comes to rouse me.
“C’mon, Mom, get up!!” But what I don’t understand is why he wakes me up. My husband is the one who feeds them in the morning! I do the dinner shift.
And, when you think about it, it’s pretty rude for someone who sleeps 16 hours a day to decide when someone’s had enough sleep, don’t you?
As I illustrated in this past Tuesday’s cartoon, Jacoby really doesn’t like it when I sleep in on Saturdays.
I can’t tell you how many mornings I’ve woken up to this face hovering over me.
However, yesterday I managed to get a semi-decent shot of Jake’s favourite wake-up trick of biting and pulling on my earrings to get me up. Granted, these were taken with the iPhone’s front camera, which isn’t very high-res, but you can see what he’s doing.
He’s a smart cat. It’s really hard to sleep through someone trying to yank your earrings off of your head.
This is a fairly accurate representation of what happens chez us on any given Saturday.
Today is also Kylie’s 7th birthday! Happy birthday Miss Kylie!
(Click cartoon to embiggen, or you can view all cartoons in Slideshow mode on Flickr.)
I forget sometimes just how cool Hipstamatic can be.
It really takes some marvelous photos sometimes.
Since I forget how cool it is, I also forget to use it. A lot.
And when I remember, I always wonder why I don’t use it more.
An ordinary event, like Jake coming in for morning weekend cuddles, becomes art.
What’s not to love about that?
Some of these are really frame-worthy.
I love this one: extra bonus background Angel!
Jacoby loves weekends almost as much as I do.
He knows he can’t wake me up (he saves the waking up maneuvers for my husband), so he just cuddles up with me and purrs for England.
It’s the best part of waking up, Folgers’ copywriters notwithstanding.
I’m so enamoured of the Hipstamatic app that I’ve decided to start “Hipstamatic Mondays” here on the Daily Abyssinian. First up, Jacoby was not thrilled about Daylight Savings this morning.
“Really? This early with the lights and everything? Really?”
“Come on, let’s go back to bed. What do you say?”
“Wait…you’re actually serious about this waking up and going to work thing?”
Sometimes, living with Abyssinans is kind of…scary.
Especially in the morning.