Both the caretaker of this blog and her resident animal companion share a key commonality: Neither enjoys arising from sleep. I have documented the progression of Fortune, my ragdoll cat, greeting the persistent light of late morning. I am thankful he hasn't yet mastered use of a camera to share his view of me at such an hour! I think he does well to embody my morning crankiness with his own particular flair.
|Let me sleep.|
|It appears you are still here.|
|I shall smack you to be certain I am not dreaming.|
|I am prepared to destroy your camera.|
|Fine. I am awake.|
In the last photo, Fortune resembles an old sailor. Having lived along the New England coast, I was often greeted with such expressions by fisherman who seem lost and disgruntled on land. Just imagine my cat in a bright yellow bucket hat and a slicker. It works!
This vignette is something I encounter daily. After Fortune has a few minutes to acclimate, he wants to be kissed and cuddled. Then there is much more joy in his cheeky face.
Happy painting, ladies!