How long have I been doing this?  Getting up and writing first thing?  It’s been a couple weeks I think.  And the cats are still not having it.  They’re hungry, so they say.  Dry food isn’t good enough.  Spooky will keep quiet as long I let him sit on my lap and I pet him.  He’s come so far since we first got him – abandoned in a hot car, scared of everything including himself.  Now he’s my little buddy, and today he’s my little writing budding, sitting on my lap, pressing his forehead into my arm.  But it will only last so long.  Bellies are growling.  The sun is rising.  They know it’s time for a tin bowl full of cat slop. Ok, ok.  I’ll just have to come back to this.