Summer's here, and that brings a few subtle changes in our home (besides mom not being wrapped up in the fleece all the time). Ordinarily, as you may have seen in some previous posts, I like to relax on dad's lap while he sits in the ridiculously early morning hours reading and sipping guzzling his coffee. With the warmer weather, though, I've developed different habits. I've taken to a spot on the floor close to the front door where I prefer to lounge, just behind the chair dad sits in. There, in the foreground you'll see dad's favorite Orbit mug and the novel he's currently reading, and you'll notice a travel mug as well. Dad, out of nothing more than thinking about little old me, has been pouring both cups of coffee every morning, with the thinking that he won't have to get up quite as often for refills (sure, that's what he's thinking. What's next, intravenous caffeine?). This way, he says, he won't disturb me when I do curl up on his lap. Isn't he just the most thoughtful? Dad snapped this silly one first thing this morning when he saw me rolling around like I do in what they call my adorable pose. I know it's a little hard to see me, but check out those glowing orbs.
