Breakfast in Bed

I know that I have mentioned it before. Breakfast in this house is a hot mug of coffee. It’s been that way for 40 years. In the last decade, we have added a nom-nom to the picture – a cookie this morning, a Danish the next, and maybe an almond croissant the following morning.

This morning was like most. Susan arrived at our bedside with a hot mug of coffee and a couple of biscotti. As she set them down on the side table, she observed that the cats had also brought me breakfast in bed. It was on the floor next to my side of the bed.

Kedi and Maia are indoor felines. Still, sometimes the outside invades the inside of the house. Most often the invaders are insects or beetles – crickets, roaches, and the like. Once they enter this domain, they are fair game for the cats. I think that most of these invaders find their way indoors through the attached garage. The garage door has a small gap sufficient to allow the entry of these insects, small reptiles, and the occasional sneaky rodent.

This morning’s offering was a skink. We have eight or more species of skink in Texas – at least three of them are common in Central Texas. This offering was brown, stripped, tailless, about 3″ long, and post-mortem. I appreciated their offering; it’s the thought that counts, but the girls don’t realize that I don’t actually like chicken.