ITS A HOLIDAY? WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME


“What?! It’s a holiday? Then why am I working?” My reaction after finding out it’s a long weekend.

This morning Daisy woke me up early. I grumbled about how I had 3 hours of sleep left.

I followed her into the living room. It was still dark out, the only light was from the hall. I love how peaceful these early mornings are. Despite my grumblings, I pet and kiss my cat. Daisy has been getting good at only waking me for my meds and if her bowl is empty.

I grabbed her bowl and walked into the kitchen. I refilled the bowl with her food, put it back on the cat tree.

Turned my head to look for her, when all of sudden this huge grey cat launched herself at me, landing on the tree.

I shrieked in shock, then laughed when I realized it was Daisy’s best friend. I was stunned that she actually came inside. I was equally as stunned when Daisy didn’t hiss or attack her. The cat meowed, head butted me. I giggled and gave her some of Daisy’s food. I then tried to coax Daisy inside.

Both cats were inside, the grey cat ate until she was full and she wandered around. Daisy just chilled. I watched fascinated by Daisy’s low key reaction to this stranger in our home. The grey cat exited onto the patio, stayed until Daisy’s doppelgänger came to find her.

I scooped up Daisy, amazed by her calmness. Previously she would attack any cat that dared to venture onto Daisy’s play place.

What a great way to start my morning 🤦‍♀️😂💕

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