Fifteen minutes before the alarm is set to go off I am awakened by a
very cold, wet, big nose on my face, and the thunderous rumble that can
only be a Brandy-purr, straight from her cuddly gut. I think she knew I
was all nerved up, and she was serving her duty as Morale Office; Brandy
is very good at spreading sunlight around. So I sit up and she comes on
the bed with me, purring like mad, and flips over on her back so she can
give me gut. I always find it charming when one of our babies gives me
gut; and she relished the attention, letting me rub away at the soft
white fur and stretching herself nice and long to maximize the
hand-to-gut contact. Then I got treated to a show, the Stosh and Brandy
Smackdown as they spent several minutes in a wild and crazy wrasslin
match that made my husband mutter something incoherent. Roxie came in to
make sure I was okay, trilled something reassuring, owned my hand a
moment and went to make her patrols around the house; and even our
normally shy Odessa came to visit long enough to let me tag her. Our
"Dolly" loves to play tag as much as the Juvies like wrasslin.

How was work? The hell with it. I got quality family time with my babies
this morning. When I went to the phone room I got a chilly reception,
most notably from the immediate supervisor whom I filed a complaint on
because she had publicly humiliated me when I went bats and needed to
call my doctor. They are not happy, because no one wants to be known as
the office that makes you go bats. But that's okay. I had kitty time
today, and I needed it. They sure do know when someone needs them.

Blessed be,
Baha