I am sitting under a chair.
Mine Mommy is sitting in the chair that I am sitting under.
It is still very early in the morning. It is dark outside.
Like 4:30 a.m. dark with the street lamps still on.
Mine Mommy is still sipping on her coffee.
She is also reading some news on her cell phone.
I've already had my breakfast.
And she already put fresh water in my bowl.
I always sit by my bowl after my breakfast.
It reminds her (she's forgetful, you know) to put fresh, cold water
from the refrigerator in it because that's what I like the best.
I will stay sitting under the chair for awhile longer.
Maybe until the sun starts to rise.
Then I'll sit in my rounder by the window and watch the city wake-up.
Mine Mommy will have finished her second cup of coffee by then
and she will probably turn her computer on and start the day.
This is our morning routine.
Oh, I almost forgot.
When I am sitting under the chair,
like this,
and meow and look up at her,
like this,
she pats me on the head and says,
"Good Morning, sweet June, lets have a happy day!"
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