This morning started with coffee... and a cat paw to the face πΎβ¨
Aza decided 6 AM was perfect breakfast time. So half-asleep i was pouring kibble while she glared at me like I disturbed her beauty sleepπΈ
Ended up sipping lukewarm coffee in mismatched socks (where do they even go?), watching sunlight creep across the kitchen tiles. And you know what? Those messy little moments? Kinda magical in their own way π«
Tell me Iβm not aloneπ whose elseβs mornings get hijacked by tiny dictators? π