How I start my day...

 This is Lily, my beautiful kitty cat, that has taken over my apartment in the short 4 months she's lived there.  I love having her around for company.  We have a very established routine in the mornings.  Alarm goes off at 6:20 am.  I get up, turn it off, press the 30 min nap button, and go back in bed, to pet her and talk to her, and spoil the living crap out of her.  Then, I get up, and go shower.  She sits on the toilet or on the rug outside of the shower and waits.  As soon as that shower curtain opens, she's on her feet, and talking.  She meows and meows, licking the water off my legs and impatiently rubbing against me because she knows what's coming next.  I put on my robe, and together, and I do mean TOGETHER (in the sense that I walk, and she rubs and weaves in and out of my legs and feet, and in the 8 steps it takes to get to the kitchen, I trip an average of 16 times), we walk to the kitchen, because it's breakfast time.  She gets her usual can of kitten chow, I grab a glass of milk.  I leave her to devour and nom all of her food, while I go to get ready for work.  But our ritual's not over yet!  Oh no.  I sit on the bed to put on my makeup.  By this time, piglet has finished breakfast, and she comes up on the bed to lay in my lap while I put on my makeup, purring and watching my every move (and sometimes, bats over the foundation bottle and spills it all over the comforter... but we're talking about her cuteness, so I'll just forget to mention that part right now...).  Then, I get up and do my hair, and she watches every move, and while I blow dry upside down, she gets on the flour and bats my hair around.  I like to think she's helping, but she's prolly just being a little jerk.  And then comes the dreaded time, when I must walk out the door and go to work, when I would much rather stay home and cuddle that cute little furball.



How do you start your day??