Morning wake-up call

This morning, at 5am, Rosie came upstairs to wake us up.

Gosh, it was only 5am....why, Rosie?

She kept mewing non-stop, jumped onto the bed and nudged us up.

We finally figured out what she wanted - she wanted food before her "line-dancing class" at the pavilion. I guess she has been getting food elsewhere early in the mornings because normally she is not exceptionally hungry every morning and sometimes just nibbles and goes off. Sometimes, she and Vincent vomit out multi-coloured kibbles. This must be food from elsewhere. The only kibbles I give is Merrick and they are all brown in colour.

So husband went down to feed her and off she went (to her line-dancing class?). One must eat something before any physical activity, what more if it's dancing, right?  Else, one might get hypoglycaemic, which we strongly suspect was what happened to my vasovagal response (slumping and nausea) at the food court that day.

By 6am, Ginger came up.

Isn't he cute?

He made his "aou, aou, aou" sounds.

Tabs came up too. She loves to sit by the window and watch the world go by outside.

Then, she will jump onto the bed and do her "massage" on us.

That blue patchwork blanket you see is more than 20 years old - my mum's masterpiece, handsewn. Our blankets last a lifetime, and you could even pass them on.

Ginger sits obediently at the door. He dare not jump onto the bed.

He's a "good kid".

Don't you just LOVE Ginger?

And Tabs is a "good kid" too.