This is my morning. I love it. To see her eyes looking right at me. Then she’ll stretch out a paw and tap me in the face sometimes. I think Nik was teaching that to her before he passed to keep me on my toes. Most of the day she is her own cat-ness, but for that hour or so in the morning, she is my pillow, my favorite stuffed animal and my confidant. This is how I start my days.