Running way too late to right a coherent post, but I did want to note that I was torn from a deep, restful sleep this morning not by an alarm clock but by Monika, who shoved her face right up to mine and started meowing incessantly.
The thing is, she's never done this before. Ever. If you read this past Sunday's post, you may recall that when Monika acts in some uncharacteristic manner, dire consequences can result. I'll be wary all day, looking for signs, expecting the worst.
Still, I suppose if one must have a personal Harbinger Of Doom, it might as well be fuzzy, gray and adorable.
