Happiness in the Morning

Mornings are a funny thing. Part ritual, part habit, and part confusion – at least until the first cup of coffee.

If you spent a morning in my house you’d know that I wake up first [well, among the humans]. That I  normally hit the snooze at least once, sometimes more than once, and never get out of bed until the very last instant [this week the very last instant is 6:00 AM].

If you were at my house you might laugh at me because I  am BLIND without my glasses. I  might not see the vacuum that I left in the hallway. Hobbs sitting in a corner, or any number of stationary obstacles that I crash into. I wander around in a I-need-coffee and a the-world-is-fuzzy daze until I’ve showered, dressed, and put on makeup which I typically do sitting on the counter in my bathroom.

During all of my morning wandering this guy is typically following me around and whining impatiently for his breakfast. Meet Zeus.

Zeus has had diabetes since 2007 and is insulin dependent. He gets two shots every day. [I love my Dad for a lot of reasons, one is giving Zeus the million shots I missed  while in college and anytime I’ve spend the night away from the house since.]

So why does Zeus follow me around? You’d think it would be a nightmare, trying to give a cat a shot. But it’s not. Zeus has NO IDEA shots are scary/ouchy/to-be-avoided-at-all-costs. All he knows is that every morning and every night he gets some quality time with me and a small serving of wet cat food that he doesn’t have to share.

Not too bad, right?