At 5:41 this morning, our cats staged a demolition derby and a boxing match. This meant they wanted breakfast and they wanted it now. Some combination of the cats and my job have made me a morning person.

I remember catless days when I used to work afternoons. I’d get home at midnight, work in the studio until about 3:00, then sleep until the crack of noon. The sleeping until the crack of noon part seems attractive now, but there were plenty of disadvantages to that weird schedule too.

Actually, I’ve come to like waking up early. I just wish the cats would ask us nicely and not get so theatrical every morning.