Baby, it's cold outside

Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. SNOOZE...Late.
Late, late, late, late, late. Shower. Alarm. Smack. Dress. Blow dry hair.
Feed the whiney boy kitty. Grab Treo.

Coat. New hole in arm left armpit lining? No scarf? Shoulder seams hit mid-bicep.
Fingertips barely peek out from the arms.

The pretty girl kitty sits on the piano, starring at me with a
Cheshire grin, like she's been waiting for this moment all morning.

That's what happens when I grab my husband's coat. If only I could have located mine.