Sunday mornings, reflected Stella as she stretched in her bed, were nice but not nearly as nice as Saturday mornings. Saturday mornings held promise of a whole weekend to be enjoyed whereas Sunday mornings were sort of a reminder that Monday was only a few heartbeats away. She hated Tuesdays most of all. She closed her eyes again, snuggling deeper into her covers but Tesla has other ideas. He jumped up on her belly and walked over her breast to stare in her eyes meowing piteously. “Ooffff “ she exclaimed “my bladder is full! You did this on purpose” and she pushed the heavy cat of her and hurried to the bathroom.<br/><br/>“Cat. It is ONLY seven!” She hurriedly poured some dry cat food in his bowl and scampered back to get to her warm bed.<br/><br/>She had just drifted back to sleep when a heavy thud announced the arrival of the heavy Maine Coon on her bed once again.<br/><br/>Mrrrreooosooowwwww, he purred loudly as he rested at the back of her neck engaged in his toiletry. Stella head-butted him, bleary eyed and sleepy she balefully stared at the wall. That cat had no sense of personal space. What. So. Ever.<br/><br/>Her sleep ruined she rose, and still dressed in tank top and panties padded to the window seat. Tesla, completely unabashed followed her and petitioned to be allowed outside. “No” she said firmly “we’ll do a few more walks before you get to roam.” She needed tea, mornings were always started with tea. A cup of tea, or two followed by coffee with breakfast.<br/><br/>A little while later, after feeding the obnoxious cat some canned food, she perched on her window seat trying to decide what to with her day other than just walk the cat. Her tea sat steaming by her foot, along with two crackers. A trip to India had gotten her in the habit of having tea with those curious ‘biscuits’ they called them. Marie Gold Biscuits. Not sweet, not salty, thin and crunchy with an old fashioned arrowroot flavor. Those were fortunately not one of Tesla’s favorites and she didn’t have to share.