Things are a little out of whack so far today. Usually, Daisy sleeps later than I do. I normally manage to have a cup of coffee and read or write a little before getting involved with her morning routine. Her bed is on the first floor in Frank’s office. I heard her nose the door open wide before daylight today.

Thinking that she might have a pressing need to go out, I hurried downstairs barefooted. Big mistake. I landed on a slimy hairball that Sam had deposited on one of the stairs during the night.

Daisy’s fine, by the way. She greeted me with what might pass for a big doggie smile and a wagging tail. Her body saying, “Here I come, ready or not!”

Sam is obviously having one of his recurring hairball issues. I managed to get a finger full of hairball meds in his mouth before he realized what I was doing. He’s hiding under the bed now, plotting revenge. He hates the hairball goop, but it seems to work.

The Cardinal is in his spot outside the French doors, probably wondering where is buddy, Sam, is this morning. He didn’t seem to understand when I told him that Sam was under the bed, sulking. Wonder how long he’ll sit and wait.

Light is just now streaking across the sky. Why does it feel like noon?