Remembering Dawn, My Life With Cats
My pillow was empty this morning when I woke.
Most mornings when I wake, I need only to turn my head slightly to see a long haired whiskered friend staring at me.
“Good morning Dawn” to which she would reply with her paw, gently touching my face.
Some mornings she would get impatient to get me up and tap my face with her paw until I woke.