I woke up a little later than usual yesterday morning, to see a big orange blob out my window.
I put my glasses on and realized it was Johnny and not a leftover pumpkin.
Johnny: It's about time you got up. We're going to be late for work.
By the time I got dressed and made it outside, Johnny and Wynonna were pacing at the front porch gate,
demanding their breakfasts. To find Wynonna waiting at the gate is nothing new.
Johnny joined her on a regular basis about a week ago. It's nice to not have to go looking for him,
but now if he's never not there with her, I'll be a nervous wreck until I find him.
Anyway, everybody got fed, then I got my coffee and settled into the office for a day's work,
whereupon Johnny showed up at the door. He's got my schedule – and Smooch's schedule – down pat.
He's figured out that when Smooch is in the backyard, it's safe to stand at the office door and beg to come inside.
And of course I let him.
Me: No, you cannot sit on my lap, you feral beast. I'm busy.
Johnny: It would be easier to pace back and forth across this wall and make you crazy
if this post weren't in the way.
Me: The sooner you get off my keyboard, the sooner I can finish my work and feed you.
Johnny: I've been on my best behavior for at least an hour.
Johnny: Surely it must be quitting time.