Out the door at 510am. The beasts are back on the summer running schedule, which is my favorite as hardly a soul is stirring outside before 530am.
With one exception.
I used to love them. I wanted to be a cat lady.
Now I scowl at them.
This morning's cat I wanted to strangle and praise all at once. The ravenous beasts fought hard to get near enough to eat this one. The cat stood its ground. The pack lunged and jumped and made domesticated aggressive noises. The cat was poised for a brawl but still it stayed where it was. It was like a scene off Marty Stouffer's Wild America (cue classic reminiscing of childhood).
Eventually I was able to wrestle the Cdub and Herc away from the scene with a promise of extra breakfast. Suckers. ;)