Day 3- Heather

I’m going with something small, my love-bug of a cat Zoey, who I rescued from a shelter five years ago to the day. Today was a sleepy morning- overcast and misty. I badly wanted a few more minutes of drowsy dreaming, but she demanded, with a firm headbutt to my nose, that I get out of bed and feed her. After a few moments of scratching under her chin, her purring engine started and I couldn’t help but smile. So today she got her breakfast with a side of catnip, because I love my little Zoey 🙂

Zoey 🙂