This morning's silence was broken by the sound of shattering glass downstairs. In the time it takes you to leap out of bed and bound down the stairs, you're thinking of all of the things you hope your cat didn't break. Everything on the end table took a dive, thanks to her morning crazies. Her "morning crazies" are when she runs from one end of the apartment to the other as fast as she can about five times. Luckily the lamp and its shade are in one piece, but the lightbulb and glass tumbler sitting next to it weren't so lucky.
She purred heavily for the next hour. I tell myself that her purring is out of terror for the commotion she had caused, but I have to wonder if she's just really pleased with herself.
Anyways, I'm always delighted when I forget that I'm wearing lipstick and I end up incriminating myself by leaving a trail of kisses on her face.
