It is not unusual for me to wake up with weighty matters on my mind.
For instance, this morning I woke up with a 15 pound cat standing on my head with all four feet.
This happens sometimes. I generally wake up in the morning laying on my stomach, my head turned so that the side of my face is on the mattress, and my pillow completely covering my head with only a little bit of an air gap to allow me to breathe. This is my Fortress of Solitude.
Cats are nothing if not opportunists, so when they see someone with a pillow over their face, it is not in a cat’s nature to let“I dare not” wait upon “I would”. No doubt he thought to himself, “If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly” and quickly ascended to the throne. However, he failed to take into account my patented Breathing Gap™.
I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he was just trying to find a perch that afforded him a better view of the sunrise. But if he could tell time, he’d have known that that was still a way away.