The sun and I seem to be sleeping a little later these days.
Me: Good morning, George.
George: You're being followed.
My escort, the feral beast. His reluctance to venture into the pasture
gives way to his desire to accompany me, particularly when a meal is imminent.
Me: Good morning, Lucy.
Lucy: *nom nom nom nom nom*
Me: Johnny, you shouldn't be out this far.
JCC: Don't I know it.
Me: Good morning, Hank. You're looking exceptionally handsome in the morning light.
JCC: Seriously...we need to go back before something catches me
and your blog readers chastise you for not letting me be a house cat.
Me: Come on, guys. Scaredy Cat wants to go home.
JCC: They're not listening to you.
Me: And you're not listening to me. What's your point?
JCC: I'll meet you back at the barn.