some people say it's the most important meal of the day

I sat on the couch this morning and ate a very decent breakfast. It is not too much to ask for a decent breakfast. I wish everyone had a decent breakfast most every day. I mean once in awhile it can be rather adventuresome to not have a decent breakfast. Perhaps you are busy sword-fighting on a Spanish galleon or meditating in the Himalayas. I am confident there are numerous good reasons for not having a decent breakfast. But for all other mornings, I hope everyone has a decent breakfast.

Right back at you...

Okay. I'm sitting here trying to type with a kitty in my lap. Quite awhile ago I made a hint that I was going to mention on this blog the cat that has entered our lives. She is the sweetest, most wonderful cat and both me and the other one here in this house love her lots! She really likes sitting in your lap and getting petted or just being close. I think she might be trying to type now...or maybe she's just stretching.

Anyway, she just showed up one day last fall at our old place. I saw her in the front yard and then, a bit later in the day, we heard meowing and looked up to see a cat on its hind feet, its front paws on the window sill, peering in through the front porch window. And she kept looking at us and meowing.

Well, it didn't take long and we had picked up some food and put a cardboard box with some rags on the porch. She slept on the porch for a few days, until we started hearing some very vocal foxes in the night right outside our house. They seemed angry that she had moved into their general area, but who knows what they were really saying?

So, then the cat moved into the landlord's garage at night and mostly stayed on the porch during the day. We took her to the vet, decided on a name (Francis--the saint who was a beggar), and just pretty much fell in love.

We left for the holidays and our downstairs neighbor very kindly took her in while we were gone. ***Francis is licking my cereal bowl at the moment.*** We got back and in the summer moved to a new place. She came with and moved into our garage and yard.

Then, while I was away a few months ago, my partner called and asked what I thought about letting her in the house. We both thought "yeah, that sounds like a good idea!" And now she's in the house with us, except for when she wants to get outside for awhile and roll around on her back. So she went from living on the porch and sleeping in a garage to climbing into our bed at night! She's basically the most loving cat and I'm so happy she's here.

I wasn't planning on writing about Francis when I began this post, but sometimes that's the way things go.