I heard the alarm clock at 6:30am through two closed doors and a hallway. Shortly after it was turned off, small footsteps shuffled quietly through the hallway as "meows" grew louder and more insistent. The shuffling stopped, and the loud meowing turned into contented purrs as Aisling greeted Note with the customary morning petting.
"Merry Christmas, my sweet kitty!" she whispered excitedly. She talked quietly and lovingly with Note for a few minutes, then poured the cat some breakfast.
The back door opened and closed. Through my window I heard the clucking of our hens in the backyard (being let out of the coop), and Aisling greeting them with soft words of love as well as their morning chicken feed.
A few minutes later, the back door opened and closed again, and small feet were quickly walking/skipping to our bedroom door. Armed with Note as an accomplice, Aisling burst through our bedroom door with a battle cry of "ATTACK!" and jumped onto our bed while throwing Note at our heads. The battle was fierce and long (about 5 minutes), but Aisling and Note finally prevailed.
Below are a few pictures of the aftermath.
"Merry Christmas, my sweet kitty!" she whispered excitedly. She talked quietly and lovingly with Note for a few minutes, then poured the cat some breakfast.
The back door opened and closed. Through my window I heard the clucking of our hens in the backyard (being let out of the coop), and Aisling greeting them with soft words of love as well as their morning chicken feed.
A few minutes later, the back door opened and closed again, and small feet were quickly walking/skipping to our bedroom door. Armed with Note as an accomplice, Aisling burst through our bedroom door with a battle cry of "ATTACK!" and jumped onto our bed while throwing Note at our heads. The battle was fierce and long (about 5 minutes), but Aisling and Note finally prevailed.
Below are a few pictures of the aftermath.
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