I woke early this morning to the sounds of crickets and a cat. The crickets were happy with their singing, gossiping, and sharing. The cat wanted in. Since I don’t have a cat, I had to listen to him/her cry to be let in. This happens every morning… the crickets and cat.
Some people hear the milkman drive by or cars warming up — I hear the crickets and cat symphony.
ONE might think that this cat could have easier access to his/her castle but then ONE’s window isn’t facing the door where the cat is sitting.
And so it goes. Sounds in the night. Sometimes too many sounds, sometimes too early in the morning.
Sometimes a blog post is just a blog post, huh?