Chapter 5
The chatter of the blue jays outside my window woke me the next morning. Who needed roosters? These birds were up before the sun, fighting over their food, and making just as much noise as any crowing from a barnyard stud could. It was light outside, and I groaned, knowing I wouldn’t be able to slip back under the covers and catch a little more sleep. There was too much to be done, with a to-do list a mile long, and a cat staring at me as she sat on my chest waiting for her food bowl to be filled.
"All right, all right. I'll get up and feed you. How can such tiny little feet cause such pain? Move it, Shaylee."
Satisfied that I was getting up, the kitten jumped from the bed and walked over to the sliding door to watch the birds while she waited for me to make my way to the kitc
