Hector's got this new thing he does. He waits until about two hours before I want to be awake, stands on the bookshelf at the foot of my bed and howls. Oh does he howl his little birmin heart out, while I sleepily call to him and wave my arm to prove I'm there and alive and all. Today he topped his performance with a flying leap onto my hip, which, while startling and a little painful, allowed me to pet him calm so I could go back to sleep. Ah, Hector, full of mystery.
 NecHocNecIllud · Wed Nov 04, 2009 @ 09:12am · 0 Comments |
