A mysterious thump at the door wakens all within.
Duchess of Yowl: My fans are at the door!
Me: It's Sunday morning at 7am. I doubt your fans are here this early.
DoY: They camp out in the park waiting for me.
Me: Those are people doing yoga and Tai-Chi, not fans.
DoY: My fans do NOT do the downward dog.
Me: of course not your grace.
DoY: go to the door, let them in. I need more petting.
Me: (opens door, sees NYT) It's the newspaper.
DoY: Am I on the front page?
Me: Sadly, no. It would have been a vast improvement if you were.
DoY: Stating the obvious. What a way to start the day.
Me: How about you start the day with bagel and lox instead?
DoY: finally, a good idea. Wake me when you're back from the deli.
Is your day off to a rousing start?