Meow Pose

I went to bed at a v reasonable hour last night, excited to detox the weekend's indulging out of my system with some morning yoga and a healthy breakfast. Both proved much harder than I thought thanks to one stripey little guy. During yoga, Charlie chewed on my feet, batted at my hair and planted himself smack in the middle of the mat so that half my body was on the floor. When I attempted to cook breakfast, he continually scampered up on the table when my back was turned, mewed to be petted, and ran figure eights around my legs whenever I moved. At one point I was holding him in one arm and stirring oatmeal with the other. I could probably train him if I didn't follow up my "No!" by picking him up and smothering him with kisses. But he's just too freaking cute!!


On the subject of Sir Charles (as when am I not?), I almost had to miss my 10 year high school reunion on Friday when I noticed my little guy's eye was swollen. Luckily it went down (with much TLC from moi), and I was able to go have countless glasses of wine with my favorite MRHS girls. It was sooo fun and so good to catch up with everyone.  When I checked on Charlie the next morning, he was sleeping with his paw covering the swollen eye, which broke my heart as I thought it must've still been swollen. But he was totally fine and back to being his silly self, as you can see from this morning. Yippie!