If a child wakes me in the middle of the night because they have had a bad dream, they need assistance in the bathroom, have a soiled diaper, want to tell me a knock-knock joke or remembered the name of their new best friend they must schedule a sleepover with, I’m okay with it.

When Hornsour the cat wakes me at 1:44am because she has a visitor on our deck wanting nothing more than to find shelter from the rain on one of the remaining seven cushioned dining chairs, why do you suppose she would hiss and attack this fellow straggler? Continue reading “To Kill A Sunrise…..” »