Pasha’s gotten into a bad habit of waking up 4x throughout the evening to go outside. John can sleep through her cries, but I can’t, so up we go. I don’t think it’s ever out of necessity – she does a quick patrol and comes back inside to sleep for another 1.5 hours. I can’t decide if she’s an infant or a property guard, but which-ever, by 6 AM I’m typically quite irritated with her.
But then I find this:
Or look down and see this:
Or spend an evening like this:
And I remember that I like her a lot.