Our late Agnes loved tobacco. Back when we occasionally had people smoke in the apartment, she would sneak the butts from the ashtray, or even cigarettes out of the pack, and hide them under the sofa.
And she was a calico, just like Shannon, so it seems like that could be bad luck! I hope I’ve outflanked her by planting the seeds in various places that she wasn’t already digging up, so maybe she won’t notice, especially if it rains like the forecast says. Tom is out doing the lawn finally. He had a hard time getting up today.
Agnes was different!
I had a hard time waking up, as well. It got cold last night, (54 when I woke up) but I was all snuggly in my flannel sheets and heated mattress pad.
The sky was overcast when I woke up, also, which means the light didn’t bother me. *sigh*
My niece gave me a Slumber Party Sweet Dreams bag yesterday, with a sleep mask, a gel eye mask, some body lotion and some pillow spray...lavender and valerian. Smells GOOD!