I very rarely sleep in. Most people reply to that with, “Yeah, you have a toddler.” But oh no. It’s not the toddler.
You see, the toddler tends to go downstairs with her Mom, eat breakfast and play until I come downstairs. Seems reasonable enough. That is until I hear a herd of cats speeding up the hall towards the bedroom. Except it’s not a herd of cats; just one cat who makes the same amount of noise as a herd of cats.
Her name is Olive. And she hates it when I sleep in.