ABSTRACT
Most mornings of my life, I’m dragged from slumber by the sound of one tail wagging: Saffy, the larger of our mixed-breed bed-warmers. She of the need for fixed routine, believes 6:00 a.m. is toilet time; for her, if not for me. She stands patiently by the bed, wagging her tail to wake me. And so begins another day with feeding her and Jake, the Jack Russell “Terrorist,” filling bowls for the seven cats, and preparing breakfast for my partner and I. On workdays, I make lunch to go.
