CHAPTER 46
The next morning, my cat alarm clock woke me up way too early. The emotional turmoil from the day before (along with a significant amount of wine) had lulled me into a good night's rest and I wanted to sleep in but someone didn't get the memo. Mr. Paws (who has a mean streak) decided to start his day by jumping on my pillow, sitting on my head and swishing his tail into my nose and mouth. If I didn't get up soon, I'd be coughing up a hair ball.
Grudgingly, I rolled out of bed. "You can be replaced by a dog. Just remember that." He flicked his tail at me and sniffed but I think he got the message.
For once, I didn't check my phone first--it was a bad habit anyway. Instead, I had a leisurely breakfast on my patio where I made the decision to work from home, maybe take my laptop
