Pokey.

In truth I really did miss the cats, and of course John, while I was away in France/Ireland. However, as much as I missed Emmy’s habit of poking me in the face in the mornings, she really outdid herself today - making up for lost time, I suppose. There was a widdle fuzzy paw prodding at my mouth at 3:30am. The paw was back around 4:30am, accompanied by a raging purr. I love to be loved and all, but I must insist that this love does not smack me in the face until at least 7am.
Ok, Em?