Saturday morning... We were planning to sleep in. No alarms, nothing scheduled early. Why is it always these days the cats decide to complain loudly about breakfast? It wasn't even time for our weekday mornings to start. They were up before six, scritching and mewling at the door. (Why is it that Scott can sleep through this, I wonder briefly?) so to let my hardworking hubby get a little more sack time, I struggle out of the fuzzy dream-state, don robe & slippers, and sneak downstairs with my kitties. I expected to find a empty food dish... But no!
Apparently, they were just lonely. So I grab a cup of tea and create a lap for my babies. Now they are snubbing me and just staring out the window at the paling sky. Birds are starting to chirp. ( I was going to say twitter, but that word is now taken!)

I still find it hard to believe that we are actually going through with this. It's risky enough to purchase a home in today's market, let alone one intended for rental. Then to rent it to one of our kids - and one who has proven to be less than a perfect renter in the past... This may just be a new definition of insanity.
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